Wednesday, January 30, 2008
From a far enough distance everyone looks like they're walking together. I continually wait for perfect moments. I'm walking in one direction and the other piece of the puzzle is walking the other way. We both stop, out of habit and courtesy, trying to mask our smiles for such a coincidence. We take our headphones off and switch. Her soundtrack and my soundtrack are complimentary colors. Then the rest of the mess begins.