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There is something quite voyeristic in the imaginings and watching of what other people do at night...To go down a dark street, streaking on a bike past pale faces whose features flicker momentarily out of the shadows or fabric veils. There's a delight in the mystery, the acknowledgement of the unknown, and I find I hold those brief encounters in reverence.

I also find I don't particularly want to know the stories behind the faces. The imaginings are enough - A brief taste of what COULD be. The what if, what if I actually stopped and spoke to them? What would happen?

And that is satisfying enough for me.

Love,
Marni

Description
There is something quite voyeristic in the imaginings and watching of what other people do at night...To go down a dark street, streaking on a bike past pale faces whose features flicker momentarily out of the shadows or fabric veils. There's a delight in the mystery, the acknowledgement of the unknown, and I find I hold those brief encounters in reverence.

I also find I don't particularly want to know the stories behind the faces. The imaginings are enough - A brief taste of what COULD be. The what if, what if I actually stopped and spoke to them? What would happen?

And that is satisfying enough for me.

Love,
Marni