espiritista

while walking

830 am in Makati is walking time.

You notice that people walk indiffirent to each other, though you walk in the same direction. And there is nothing else to break the monotony than walking in step with a beautiful yuppy who's right next to your shoulder, when you have a five-minute chance to just walk without looking in front of you, but rather just look at HER.

Ah, what to do with five minutes?

You look at her and you make up stories in your head. You look at her and you try to interpret as close as possible the way that she sways her arms must mean she likes to have someone beside her. Or the way she puckers her lips before licking them probably says she's a water person who's up for some adventure. Or how she avoids the tile boundaries on the pavement when she walks betrays her latent insecurities.

Ah, signs. After all, really, these are just signs. Where is truth in all of these?

It is not beauty that's in the eye of the beholder, but signification.

posted by dyeproks @ 10:08 PM