i saw no people...

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(just umbrellas...)





“I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.”  
John Steinbeck





“...the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping...something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene... ”
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities 




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