Somedays you can be worse than a passerby.
WIth passerby, they are part of the natural surroundings.
Nothing comes attached.
Yet with you, there is a pervasive sense of alienation.
A delibrate alienation.
Nothing is the same i know.
I cannot feel anything from you.
I cannot sense anything from you.
Other than obligation and perhaps,
a conscious need to appear like you are not trying to avoid.
Is this trying?