I wonder, what you think of me, when we pass by each other on the street; what lies behind those deep wells of clear blackness, impenetrable to my clumsy attempts to discern your true emotions behind that glassy wall of indifference. You stare at me with those eyes; an expression of distaste, confusion perhaps or even fear flitting across your perfect features. A few instances flash by, imperceptible to the common onlooker; a look of mutual understanding, perhaps, or one of things unsaid that should be said, lasting but a few illusory grains in the hourglass of time. Then eye contact is broken; we pass the other, each intent on our separate missions, the awkwardness of the moment vanishing like smoke disappearing into the night…