so much life in one little world
Despite the fact that Ever was sitting on a bench staring at the crowds that ebbed and flowed around him like clusters of fish, it would be wrong to say he was people watching. What is closer to the truth given the notebook in his lap and the pen racing across the clean white pages, is that he is people studying.
If he lets his eyes blur he thinks he can see patterns in the way that people move; sounds that accompany certain types of movements. Only...when he focuses on the details, he is unable to track or predict what will happen. A man offers a woman ice cream, and he thinks this should be followed up by some sort of physical touch. Only...she just crosses her arms and shakes her head. Elsewhere, a boy trips and where Ever expects to her admonishment and see tears, there is only laughter.
Frowning, he scribbles something and then crosses something out elsewhere in his notebook.
If he lets his eyes blur he thinks he can see patterns in the way that people move; sounds that accompany certain types of movements. Only...when he focuses on the details, he is unable to track or predict what will happen. A man offers a woman ice cream, and he thinks this should be followed up by some sort of physical touch. Only...she just crosses her arms and shakes her head. Elsewhere, a boy trips and where Ever expects to her admonishment and see tears, there is only laughter.
Frowning, he scribbles something and then crosses something out elsewhere in his notebook.
everest
