Staring in his eyes, I lost my train of thought. It slipped rails somewhere between a discussion about the stress of the urban landscape and a demonstration of how an anti-skip CD player really can withstand an off-road romp across the desert. My brain fogged. My knees wobbled. I let go of the controls. My train went right of the rails. Sent from my iPad
What makes you notice someone?
November 6, 2010