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What grief you tuck beneath your scarf. What dream you chase, what ghost you laugh. I’ll never know. The doors all close. The train pulls on. The stranger goes.
And still I stare—not rude, but human— a quiet spy, a clumsy student. For in your walk, your scar, your yawn, I glimpse the light I’ve never drawn. Staring at Strangers
Perhaps the most famous form of is the romantic gaze. We have all seen the movie scene: Two strangers lock eyes across a crowded room. Time slows down. Music swells. What grief you tuck beneath your scarf
Humans are hardwired to look at each other. Before we had language, we had the gaze. Psychologists refer to the act of as a form of "social monitoring." but human— a quiet spy
What grief you tuck beneath your scarf. What dream you chase, what ghost you laugh. I’ll never know. The doors all close. The train pulls on. The stranger goes.
And still I stare—not rude, but human— a quiet spy, a clumsy student. For in your walk, your scar, your yawn, I glimpse the light I’ve never drawn.
Perhaps the most famous form of is the romantic gaze. We have all seen the movie scene: Two strangers lock eyes across a crowded room. Time slows down. Music swells.
Humans are hardwired to look at each other. Before we had language, we had the gaze. Psychologists refer to the act of as a form of "social monitoring."
