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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