Does everyone ever get those moments of clarity? The absolute clarity and realisation when you look at other people and know they exist. Not as your extras but as their own beings that have their own life. And they all look so strange and different like they aren’t really human but all too human at the same time? The problems. Life. I wonder what are they thinking about and why is this lady smiling at her book. Is it what she read or did she remember something funny? Or is it actually because she wants too blush. Those moments are so weird. And incredible. And they pass as quickly as they come but the memory lives on. Also on a completely unrelated note. It’s half six in the morning in London and I really need to get home and sleep because this is what we all end up with if I don’t. Thank you and goodnight. Pam out.
