I notice.
It’s almost like my mind is in continuous motion, taking in patterns and movement like music.
Watching.
Listening.
Looking for the cogs.
As though, if I can see how they turn, eventually they might explain society back to me.
I watch people.
Don’t laugh.
I’m not creepy about it.
I’m fascinated.
When I was little, I sat on my dad’s lap steering his big w…
