How often would you stare at something, hoping that you can catch some sort of response? The anticipation of seeking these moments of change peaks to the realm of paranoia. What if there isn’t any form of dialogue in the first place established by this act of observation and that being observed? What if there isn’t any form of deeper connection, but rather just a one-sided perspective of voyeurism? Is the subject even aware that an innate desire of contact is being conjured by a will of focused anticipation? Could it be in fact, lying motionlessly in wait for the exact response from the observer? Could there possibly be the scenario that both are actually observing the other through a mental looking glass, contesting the will to make the first move, like the deer that tenses in the wait for the lion’s first leap of aggression or who finally succumbs to her fear and makes that first dash of life. What if all these are just illusions of grandeur, conjured to satisfy the unfulfilled desire of the subconscious trying to make contact with both minds?
Yet at that moment of intense contemplation, the subject unexpectedly responds with a greeting of kindness, sweeping you off all feelings of anxiety and worrisome, rendering your silly thoughts into sweet nothingness...
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