Sitting in the narrow room at the back of my apartment I generously call “my office”, listening to passing by weirdos and smiling at the snippets of conversation I hear. A unique combination of ambient noise, foliage, and window placement generally means I can only hear people for a second or two. This leaves their actually conversation totally a mystery to me, but I do get some slivers of it.
Sometimes, I want to run down on the sidewalk and follow people to get the rest of their conversations. Normally, I don’t do this…on account of a) my laziness b) the fact that the rest of the conversation probably blows.
Here are some I took note of while wrapping up some work:
- “We don’t need Central Distribution, they need us.”
- “I am the sword of Christ!” - Yelled, crazily.
- “Nice bike, man. You doing anything tonight?”
Nope. These aren’t significant or even interesting (maybe I should have said that at first and saved you the trouble of reading?). But most of the time aren’t particularly those things most of the time either, except for me.
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