Flaneusing Online
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i am a flanuese.
i search for stories as walk.
i try to hook a gaze to mine. but only subtly. i hide my intent behind a stern look.
you never know how catching eyes will feel. sometimes its as fulfilling as a cry.
there are i knew i would see.
i knew that our eyes would catch for a second
and the satisfaction that follows manifests, somehow.
this would only happen here.
i search for stories as walk.
i try to hook a gaze to mine. but only subtly. i hide my intent behind a stern look.
you never know how catching eyes will feel. sometimes its as fulfilling as a cry.
there are i knew i would see.
i knew that our eyes would catch for a second
and the satisfaction that follows manifests, somehow.
this would only happen here.