"when you going to make up your mind?
when you going to love you as much as i do?" - tori amos

the whole concept of human interaction just stuns me sometimes.
on the bus coming back from my last visit with the first graders, a stop sign paused us beside two people meandering down the street. a man and a woman, around the same age, mid-40's maybe. they matched the neighborhood; worn, stubborn, underestimated. she looked angry, he looked resigned.

she glanced up and met my eyes for a moment.
the bus hissed as we drove away.

the realization that every human being has a history, a pressing worry, a sex life, a tragedy, a true love, a secret they've never told anyone. and these encapsulated myraids flow over and across each other, touching and moving apart, changing in ways so intricate and absolute that they can go years and moments before realizing their depth.
over the freeway and across the Schuylkill, tinted glass windows hide the faces of the people we pass. all i can see is the road, the shining shells of cars, the groping buildings, and the blurred reflection of my own face.

sitting next to me, he says, "it just seems like you're thinking something interesting."