come on dude look at yourself

since i keep this journal i discovered how funny and cozy the world is if i look at it through a lens and a frame. Glad of it. But the best part is getting back home, checking how the photos came out and filling the blanks over faces and things i've been capturing. Sometime it turns out fun, some other times it's more serous, today it got ridicolously psycological.
But what can you do.
This woman here was looking at me (i noticed) as a person is supposed to look at you when you're trying to take catch yourself reflected in the subway's window 18.30 sundaytime.
There's more.
The look she gave me i give it myself quite often, it's investigative, questioning, it's the steady look of an insecure mood.
This mood (i said to a friend back home a couple of beerish nights ago) makes me tremble, i don't like it, i'd feel better without it. He didn't agree.
Whatever.
I read 'aberdonians' jumping all over and thinking of my humble A.C. (ridiculous) i shut down the laptop and damn the whole world.