Some things are better left untouched.

Today is just another pictorial day. There I was in the middle of the crowd , just waiting for people to pass me by. I had shoulders rubbing against mine. Noises from cars I chouldn't careless. Different walks of life in front of me and none of them knew me. It is great to be foreign, sometimes.

So I just stood there. And froze in time.



Maybe I ought to move. Nibble my way out from the pack of people. But why do it if everything around you seems perfectly in place.