I’m in a coffee shop, and I think some guy is staring at me. It’s only been a minute, but he hasn’t stopped looking at me. I don’t think he’s just gone empty and is just staring in a random direction either. I do that, and whenever I do, I break out of it when …
Invisible Girl
I am in a unique position where I can stare directly at someone I’ve known for years, stick my tongue out at them, wave, and make trumpet sounds, and they won’t notice me. Or they’ll notice me, but they won’t register who exactly is staring them down frantically muttering “toot toot.” There are plenty of …
Non-Euclidean Sofa 