what is it about people going about their busienss that fascinates me?

sometimes, when I'm in the right mood, I find it lovely just to see a woman carrying her shopping, an older gentleman shifting his way down the footpath with his cane, an underdressed girl waiting to cross at the pedestrian lights while young male drivers' heads snap sideways as they pass.

but other times I don't really like people at all. I don't like their noise and I don't like them getting in my way.

life as a silent movie?