I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more.

[sam_mort]

I was in a bakery across from Leicester Square and on the overhead instead of music the dialogue from The Breakfast Club was playing. I didn’t notice at first and it took something in the background but just conscious enough to distract from the newspaper cartoons I had spread out in front of me before I realised that I was whispering the lines a

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[vig_morte]

I notoriously people-watch and I just as notoriously strike up conversations about anything and nothing with whoever seems convenient, whether I know them or not. By the same token I'll go days without speaking to or seeking out another person, so in the end I suppose it all balances out to a medium level of being social, but I know that the girl I buy coffee from on the way to the beach in LA is reading Kafka and that the woman down the street with the Pomeranian wanted a Great Dane but got the tiny dog because her husband secretly is terrified of large ones. It's interesting how addictive words in all their forms can be. I just looked at this and apparently, Viggo can comment if he's given something interesting to read.

[sam_mort]

I consider away as the times in which I don't want to be social, except that even on those days I make the slightest attempt. Whether it's saying hello to the bellhop or telling the bus driver thank you. That's not to say I don't have days in which my headphones go in and don't ever come out but I hate to fit in amongst that listless shift of people which moves through a co-existing society so blandly. Now I sound like Martha fucking Stewart, don't I? Brilliant. I'm not going to spend the next 3 days brooding alone in my room to counteract everything I've just said. I wouldn't call it interesting but obviously my tactics at getting you to talk are working. What kind of stalker would I be if I failed miserably?

[vig_morte]

I just got the e-mail for this comment a day ago, and it's had me wondering where you disappeared to all over again. You're missed around these parts, little stalker.

[sam_mort]

Stalking is back in action! Though maybe on a slightly smaller scale until I can take actual deep breaths again? You're such a star.

[abbiecornish]

Do you make up stories about them too?

[sam_mort]

Only for the ones I don't talk to. For those I do, I try to hear their story from them.

[sullen_mullen]

it is funny to me - some people find the opportunity in a journal just irresistible, they have to restrain from writing too much. And then there's people like myself, where it's a struggle to get a post out every week :)

which is to say, talk away :)

[sam_mort]

I have both tendencies. I usually write things down all day long. On my pants and my hands, any scrap of paper I can find, the empty space in books or anywhere on a magazine or newspaper. It's getting it from writing to type that creates trouble with me. The other half of the time I sit down and type of 6 pages of absolutely nothing and then have to force myself not to hit "post" as that would really be both cruel and pointless.

You'll regret that in future I promise but you're still very sweet. :-*

[asia_argento]

I don't think I've ever seen that movie all the way through. I feel like that a lot of the time, there've been times when it's unbearable and I can't even face stepping out of my apartment. You're braver than I am with those resolutions. I try to watch other people but then I always get lost in thought and lose focus.

[sam_mort]

It's a great film, I watched it for the first time peeking around the side of the couch. I wasn't old enough and my mum didn't want me to hear the bad language. I try as best I can not to let myself fall into cycles that twist me into someone and something I don't want to be, not that I'm always successful but I like to think I at least try.

[bochepaul]

I always think when you feel that gaze that it's someone who has crossed your path before, maybe in a past life.

[sam_mort]

Were they a friend or an enemy?

[bochepaul]

Friend or foe? I think it's hard to become aware of which until you get past the point of them being a stranger.

[sam_mort]

I just wonder if you eye an old friend with so much curiosity, if there's still that level of hidden wonder toward someone you should know.