7 April 2012
Sometimes I just sit in my chair on my veranda staring out to the stars, occaisonly checking my Facebook then I think about people ive seen. People I met. From quick encounters on the train to handshaking and greeting, I always like to think about people ive seen. About two years ago, I saw a man - nothing special about him - on the train to London and I kept wondering who he was, I didnt find out his name though...
It sounds really perverted to say " Oh I wonder what his name is", but no one really understands me... I got of the train and to this day I wonder where that person is...
The Story Of Stargazing • Opuss № I