Strange days indeed, most peculiar mama. Maybe it was just my hangover, but I walked around the streets today with a psychic mind from hell. Every person I saw came a flood of information about that person. I'm guessing that it was all my imagination, but I felt as though I could see everyone for real. Strange indeed. An old man strolling along with his overloaded walker, full of groceries was walking next to me. At first, I felt pity, then I noticed he was jamming out with headphones to bob dylan. A whole wave of thought enveloped me. He had a smile on his face. I looked around and I saw a girl holding the hand of another girl and I noticed that she held a poster in her hand and that they were shopping together and were having fun. I started to look at all the people around me and realized I could tell a lot from just looking at them. All these people were, when it comes down to it, a lot like me. I had to just sit down on a wall and watch for a while. Why haven't I noticed this before? Maybe I've been a self-centered bastard all my life. Don't know... I seemed to be able to make up whole lives around all the people that I saw. Probably, way too much assuming, but it made all of these people real to me. Suddenly, I was not alone at all in this world. I could see the pain, joy, boredom, rage in all these people by casual observation. I'm still piecing all this together, but I can't explain what a revelation this morning was to me. I'm afraid this only shows my narrow tunnel vision I've had all my life, but I thought I'd relate the feeling somehow. anyway, I'm going to head off to the library again. I hope these thoughts don't turn into some bad acid trip kinda thing, because they feel intense to me. I hope it's just me growing up and that this particular feeling is just a natural human evolution thing that happens to everyone.