Thursday, July 29, 2010

Judgment II

Through the glass, I see a man eating. He is with a companion, a girl, but he is not listening.

He has more focus on his food. Taking the leafs of the salad, one by one, with his fork, and stuffing his face.

He nods and then his eyes dart around, suspicious of other people noticing. Other people reading his mind.

Dude, no one cares what's on your mind.

Now, if you killed somebody, I would be profiling you.