People fall into forgetfulness and are meaningless to you. A multitude of faces who pass in front of you. But none affects your inner eye.
Sometimes, when we look at an image, we focus on its appearance. If we meet a person who cries, we focus on his suffering and not on what caused it. Sometimes you should go beyond the surface, to really understand a pain, to really understand a work of art.
Yesterday I spoke on the phone with one of my friend. I was fiddling with my toes, when I realized I was wearing laundry socks. I started crying: that was the sign of my flowing time