I observe.
I try to take in all my surroundings when I'm not engrossed in the artificial virtual world. It's overcast. The world is still slightly damp from rain that afternoon. All around me movement is occurring. Tiny brushes of life and big swooping movements. I can see each blade of grass. Each crack in the panels I walk on. A small bird streamlining in front of me. Too far to make out great details. The person in front of me trudges on. Shirt and pants moving with the motion of walking. Walking. Walking. I vaguely sense someone's presence behind me. I think at least. Two girls sit and chatter. I'm jealous. I feel hyper aware of all the movements of this earth.
Are the other people also delving into the movement of life? Am I the only one that becomes fascinated in a tiny weed poking up from the soil? How the buildings have the wear and tear of age? How interesting a leaf shaking in the wind is? How everything is silently moving and watching each day go by? How the edges of that seat look smooth and soft but the pealing wood appears rough? That everything is here. Is present. This all makes up part of earth right now. That everything has its own shape, scent, feel? Do people see all this and notice it as well and I'm just thinking that I'm special? One of a kind?
It wouldn't be a first that I was delusional in thinking that I'm individual.
