on the bus ride to work, seeking refuge from the infinite horrors of the universe, I was overcome by how lovely people can look without knowing it. a particular back looked unfathomably perfect in its 3-D, psychedelic pool of atomic clusters. you know? so I took an infinitely inadequate picture with my phone to immortalize the event. creepy, yeah? oh well. I like the picture ok, for all its infinite inadequacies and implied creepinesses. in the new globular inter-world, there is no privacy anyway.