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Here's a random image (or... something more?):

a bit more about me:

7. I wasn't always this way. Sitting, observing passersby astutely as the sound of car engines, coffee machines, and chatter, unrelated to me, echoes off and through walls and windows. I peek out the glass toward the neighboring street, washing down my bagel with two sips of lukewarm mocha latte. This is the first time in a while that I've left my earbuds at home, and it is the first time in a while that I've been so still in a public place. My leg, unbouncing, stretches forth under the table as I realize how little I've moved since I sat down, knocking the toes of my shoes against the straight metal support bar, triggering a muffled thud that gets devoured and torn by the cacophony of already-travelling noise. I wasn't always this way - so aware, so bored, so desperate. Searching for something stimulating, something relatable, something - someone to look toward or talk to.

   Across the street, a kid and his mother pass by a Bath and Body Works. Kid takes a glance toward the display shelves inside, closes his eyes and sniffs, nose and ears perking up, a smile beginning to crease on his face. Kid opens his eyes, looks toward his mother, vocalizes something I can't hear but have probably said before, and gestures toward the store entrance. His mom, unflinching, keeps her pace forward, responds with something deadpan (though I could make out the slight smile expressed through other features on her face and continues away from the store. I check the time on the wall clock, it's been about 45 since I entered, ordered, and sat down, and I haven't done anything to justify my time at this seat. I stand up, down the rest of my drink, and dispose of the paper cup and bag into the trash, passing every other customer and table occupant with their noses down in whatever work or obligation they have prepared in their phones, ledgers, and/or laptops. Exiting the store, I take the first glance at my phone in a while, and notice the time on the wall clock is 3 minutes off from what my phone says. It's Saturday, 1:57pm. I breathe out with intention, observing the heat of my breath condense and dissipate into the cold Winter air. I crease the corners of my mouth into a small smile - not too obvious, not too giddy. I haven't always been this way. I walk on.