Thursday, 17 November 2011
The collector
I'm watching you. On the train, in the coffee bar, even when you're in the park with your children. I see everything: where you go, what you read and what you eat. The way your eyes narrow when you don't believe what someone's telling you. I see it all and I take notes. I never know when I might need them.
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