i've always had a weakness for snapshots into people's lives. i pluck notes and photographs from dumpsters and the streets and the hallways at school. i look into people's apartments or houses when i drive by or walk by or am sitting in a restaurant. it's the most interesting thing, and can drastically change my mood in an instant. once i was on a walk with my sister and we walked by a house, and i heard a woman screaming through her tears and agony "you used to love me! you used to love me!" and a man trying to comfort her saying in a soft voice that he still did love her. and yet today, after going out to dinner with my parents, we were driving down the street, and i was peaking into the windows for the split second i was allowed, and i saw a woman sitting in a chair, she was quite beautiful, and she was holding onto the arms of a man who was holding her and kissing her neck.

it made me happy to know that it existed.