consistently rushing past you

I see you, consistently, at the oddest hour walking north down Templeton street. Who are you? Why are you awake at the early hour of work a day people and where could you be going when you're walking away from all the bus stops? What kind of cigarettes do you smoke? Is your beard soft? Can I find out? What does your voice sound like? Have you noticed a creepy stranger cultivating a mystery around you for over a year now? How does it feel to be so effortlessly alluring? By now I would have said hello, and asked all the above questions your curious presence inspires in me, but I'm always in rush to work mode when I pass you, maybe this digital nudge will coax you out at a more chatty time of day.

When: Thursday, November, 19 2015

Where: Templeton street