I see you and learn how to be
There is a boy working on something tonight. I can see him from the window of my room. He is concentrating. This is one of the best things to witness: people concentrating. On the floor above the boy is another boy, working on something too, and I wonder who is working harder, and if this is even possible to measure, and if maybe one of the boys sometimes feels conscious of their heart inside of them beating, beating, beating. I want to know what everyone everywhere is doing.