I like watching people, and sometimes I watch people watching other people.
On my way to and from work I observe them, like ants, scurrying this way and that. All in their own secret worlds. It can make me want to cry, these people and their mysteries, weaving their way through my favourite city in the world.
Why is she smiling to herself? Is he holding in tears, or is that anger? Where is she going? What is he thinking? Can any of them read my mind? If they can: hello...
If I listen to my red thing I feel as though I am travelling through a film script, especially when I'm in central London. Today's random shuffle began exquisitely and started with the song I most wanted to hear:
Love Like Blood (Killing Joke)
Sour Times (Portishead)
The Unforgettable Fire (U2)
Protection (Massive Attack)
O Mi Babbino Caro (from Gianni Schicchi)
Strangers (Portishead)
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Listening to: Björk - Human Behavior
Can any of them read my mind? If they can: hello...
ReplyDeleteThis line made me smile. Thanks.
Good evening, Strugglingwriter – and thanks!
ReplyDeleteHas autumn arrived there?
Autumn is finally here (Pennsylvania, USA) and things have finally cooled off. Our furnace even kicked on yesterday.
ReplyDeleteCan any of them read my mind? If they can: hello...
ReplyDeleteThis line made me wince, not smile (no offence, Strugglingwriter). If people could read my mind, they would take immediate cover. It is a horrible thought.
I share your habit, though, Mellifluous. Whenever I'm out, I'll invariably spend ages people-watching. (This is one of the reasons I like Big Brother so much, I think. It's good to be able to examine people without causing them discomfort.)
You have struck a direct emotional chord, though, with your observation that this habit, watching all the busy wee people, can feel unbearably sad. I know exactly what you mean, honey, and it is sometimes simply overwhelming.
Do you ever feel the same sort of sadness when you look down over a city whilst flying? This can crush me. Very hard to pinpoint the reasons why, exactly, but I have a feeling it is a close relation of the feelings you describe (sometimes) having whilst people-watching.
Too many questions, too transient, it's all just too much. Sometimes I want to walk up to people and simply hold them, but this is the kind of thing that interests the police.
You're very good, Mellifluous of Darkness. A short post long on brooding material.
I hope all is well with you, Kung Fu Girl (congratulations, by the way). A kiss from Ireland, floating through the air and landing on your nose about........now. X
TPE
Being a people watcher myself I know how it feels!Keep up the good writing :)
ReplyDeleteHei, Ms Dark - I think I have said this at someone's blog at some point, but it bears repeating here. When I lived in London, I used to be completely blown away by the sheer number of people. This feeling would particularly hit me on the tube escalators, when I would watch the endless stream of them, going about their business, travelling up and down to and from the tube, going somewhere, and all of them having a life, a home, a thing, as real to them as mine is to me, and yes, it used to really wound me for some reason.
ReplyDeleteHope you are well, London Girl. Hugs from the Northern Lands, as always.
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Hello, hello!
ReplyDeleteVery sorry to be so lax in my replies, and sorry for this group reply, but life has been a bit hectic lately and sleep has been a bit of a stranger. I'm shattered...
The only reason I'm able to write this is because I am off sick today! Some kind of virus thing that has filled my head with mush and hurts my throat.
Wishing you all the best of things – hope to resume normal service soon.
MD x