Nothing personal – just appearances
call it character
leading thoughts
escaping
it is free without
characteristics
On the streets we all walk with our minds. I roamed through the cities. My thoughts ran with me, contacting, not connecting. Pushing and pulling desire for the other.
In the city I am watching. I don’t need to know his name, don’t want to know where she lives. Close for a moment, two autonomous beings. Only to ask, “Can I take a picture?”. The other continues down their road, I continue down mine.
Individuals with the need to distinguish themselves, outlanders. These colourful personalities grab my attention because they put effort into being different from the masses, something I admire.
Being able to infinitely admire these appearances that make a human extraordinary. This, for me, is anonymity. As long as we remain unnamed, my eyes are unbound.
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