what do you see? in being inside myself, i know how i am. but how are you? welcome. i'm going to babble about for a bit. i think i'm fascinated with other people, from the look in their eyes to the timbre of their voices to the way they walk and their nervous little habits. and i'd much rather tell about other people, what i see in them, than myself. probably, firstly, because i can't see me. i can't sit there in front of myself without me knowing, and break myself down bit by bit. so is the way with us. and there are always people. even if no one i pass during the day is distinguishable from those almost horrific clone-like people, with not much of a trace of person left in them, there will be people for me to watch. to see. something to look at other than the clouds and the way light just before sunset falls through the glass doors. i watch. and if my mask doesn't take over (the one who speaks though my mough when i'm around people, makes me dual...you probably have one too. if you don't...i think i almost envy you a bit. maybe.) i'm silent, and can watch all the better. i think i'll tell their stories here. or, at least, what i see. with a few fabrications here and there. but it won't really matter, because i'll use no names. mostly i won't know them anyhow (i'm horrible with even the names of those i know..). based on real life. (been looking for something to do in this section.)
anyhow
this is what i see.
