"I somehow have..."
"...the feeling ew are watched."
"what you mean?"
"well... nothing specific... but its like some is following us around for a while now."
"dude... thats you imagination."
"could be."
"pretty sure!"
"anyway. why are we sitting here on the cold metal floor?"
"well... you said you needed a rest."
"then lets go!"
"k."
-day twohundred-
of my one year photo project