Went for a walk in the mar­ket today.

Saw a yellow-haired home­less man almost get run over as he absent-mindedly tried to cross the street against traf­fic. When the dri­ver gave him an extended honk, he took a slow drag from his cig­a­rette as he saun­tered back to the side­walk. There was no shame on his face, no embar­rass­ment, no worry. He couldn’t have cared less. It was as if you could take noth­ing more from him.

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I’ve always loved people-watching, and today was no excep­tion. A lit­tle game I play with myself to fig­ure out someone’s tastes and habits through their man­ner­isms. There were peo­ple on every cor­ner, and so much won­der held in the mys­tery of every one of them. It’s impos­si­ble not to feel hope at this realization.

I’m always after that moment, when I’m caught between the focus and the enig­matic blur, lost to the colours and the wind on my skin, and try­ing to make it last a lifetime.