these two didn't know what to make of me, they weren't comforted by my interest in them... but they didn't even know me. Maybe if they knew me. i don't remember how long i watched. it could have very well been quite some time. i was looking for a distraction. call it habitual distractionization. call it whatever you will, but it always happens when I go back home. my patience grows thin and i float through a lot of my reality. i need a little bit of that here. maybe it takes time. maybe i need to get used to my surroundings, so that i can begin to question them. i'm too busy trying to breathe, catching up, watching, reacting. it will begin to slow down, and then i can see it differently. i'd like to think that these two made it somewhere too. maybe they're the migratory sort like me.