l'Etranger

I enjoy watching people when I walk past them on the sidewalk. I enjoy watching them and looking at them because I know they won’t look at me. They don’t know me. They’ll do anything to keep from having to make eye contact. From having to smile politely or, God forbid, say hello. To me, a stranger. I enjoy watching their shifty eyes dart around, desperately looking anywhere to avoid eyes. I enjoy watching them try to make it look like they naturally don’t see me. I see you and I know what you’re doing, because while you’re busy trying not to look at me, I’m looking at you.