People are endlessly fascinating. When I walk the chaotic hallways from class to class I soak in all of the little mannerisms of those around me—each one a minute treasure of raw emotion. It makes me realize that everyone, when absorbed through these snapshots of recognition, is truly beautiful.
I see a deaf girl and guy flirting with their hands. (or perhaps they're just two students studying sign? Maybe it's more exciting to not hear each other speak? I can imagine that being so.)
A skinny-spiky-blonde-haired-kid turns around in front of me and scratches the back of his head with his index finger. His eyes glance at mine before instantly looking down. He's agitated. At what I wonder?
Some good looking/well dressed guys stand behind a table with a bunch of pamphlets and booklets. One of them does a karate-chop through an invisible...piece of wood? The seemingly unwilling patron viewing this act takes a shocked step backward after the swipe.
A small group of dancers in spandex are relaxing—lounging on each other on the floor against the wall. One guy has his buzzed head resting on the leg of another guy. His smile is so casual and inviting. These people are so at ease together! It amazes me. I don't have anyone that I could rest my head on like that.
A girl is looking at her phone—no, she's smiling at her phone. She tilts her head to one side and looks up for a second to make sure she doesn't run into something. Then she looks back at her phone and continues smiling. I glance at the screen as she passes. It was a texting conversation. I wonder what was being said? With whom?
