Chow

The pace of life is constantly playing tricks on me. One moment, it's riding on the bus in the rain, looking out of the steamed windows and seeing nothing but gray. I could paint a picture of every emotion on the faces of the strangers that surround me, every detail is more important than the whole. The next moment, it's colorful and quick. There's sound engulfing you and it slips by so quickly you're not even sure it really happened.