Life, at times, feels like an overheard conversation – it captivates you, you enjoy the guilty pleasure of eavesdropping. Listening to these private exchange from what appear to be strangers promises salacious details and information that do not call for a commitment, a momentary delight that signify nothing, and do not have any bearing really to who and where you are. With morbid fascination you pay attention to a drama unfolding before you. An undercurrent of intrigue grounds this feeling. Ultimately, it does not belong to you. You reflect it, you wallow in it. Dimly, you are reminded this is your life – this is happening to you – you are these obscure moments, these quaint gestures, these almost unnoticed nuances and subtle movements. And you snap right back in. You take hold of the moment, and in some ironic way, it becomes less real.
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it may actually get your mind off the stress ;)