Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Eyes

 When you stay in a hostel, there is always one creepy guy. Alone and silent, he does nothing but stare. I am in a room with this hostel's creepy guy. He likes to stare. He stares alot. I stare too. I stare at him, staring at things. I then stop staring, because I realise that I too, am a lonely, quiet staring guy. I must be someone else's creepy guy.

  That's creepy.   

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

agreed.

first bit anyways.

stuck in London which seems the total antithesis. i'd forgotten people don't speak to each other here. or smile.

keep it up.

claire said...

you sound like your having lots of fun. Reading this blog makes me miss you and your mum. But why do you not pull your trousers up from half way down your bum???xx