When you stop to look around you start to notice things you normally wouldn't, you walk down streets you normally would bypass for quicker routes. When you wander you experience life as people live it.
You become a watcher of the world.
Sometimes you see an old woman hanging out of a window having a fag, watching the world. With a vase of flowers and realise your not all so different.
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