We are watched. I’ve looked at a beautiful woman, and felt as if I shouldn’t look longer than would not only attract her attention, but the other’s as well. Why do we care that we’re absorbing the bounced rays of light into our eyes? It’s a strange sensation to feel exposed for admiring beauty. Perhaps there’s a sense of objectifying, and through mutual respect it feels unkind. I’ll still peek, however.
08/24/11 Watched by the watcher.
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Tags: 2011, Another from 2011, Looking, Tokyo