I like watching people. I could people-watch all day and I often do, especially when I’m waiting for a flight or if I'm sitting in a park or lounging at a street-side café. There’s something cathartic about watching the world pass you by. I’m often a spectator in strangers’ lives and I’ll watch them come and go in their droves.
Most people are usually firmly ensconced in their own realities... doing the weekly shopping, or waiting for a loved one, or complaining to a friend, or running late for a meeting, or going to the gym, or returning from holiday... and all of them are utterly oblivious to me and my voyeur self.
I often sit and wonder where they come from and who they’re going home to, and where it is they call home. I wonder who is waiting for them and what they’ll have for Dinner and what they do on Sundays. I wonder about what they value in life and the secrets they harbour from others. I wonder about their fears and hopes and dreams and the problems that burden their souls. I wonder about their current lives and the lives they have led prior to that point in time. It fascinates me.
And every now and then, when someone catches me taking a peak into their personal space, I smile to indicate that there is no malice intended, and I'm usually met with a smile in return.
Sometimes, I even imagine what they’re saying to each other... aware that there are only a finite number of human emotions and that most of them are visible in someone's body language. But when it comes down to the core of it, I do realise that the outside world will never really know what is going on in someone's mind or what is being verbally exchanged between huddled siblings, or a loving couple, or a group of friends, or business partners. Sure, we can try to guess and there is a good chance we'd even be right - but we never really know.
Anyways, our systems were down at work and I had a whole lot of time to play around. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. So here’s my two cents worth: Click on images for larger visuals