by practicalspactical

Walking past a family reminiscing, their anecdote, not mine, the love, the lives of others —

[half-remembered on the following day, the anecdote was the daughter telling a story about the father telling a joke about money in a wallet, that emphemera is gone]

[other game I played earlier was centering myself, I allowed my eye to course and judge others, quick takes, judging and loving simultaneously]