My shoes are off, lying disjointedly on the carpet. They’ve been through a bit today. One of my favorite lunch time activities, when it’s sunny, is urban exploration. I devour my sandwich, head outside, and then determine a direction for my journey. Finally I walk, careful to keep alert for curious alleyways or interesting shops. I like watching the people too. Empty-eyed slackers, crazy-eyed vagrants, greedy-eyed lawyers, evil-eyed politicians, wandering-eyed lechers, haughty-eyed executives–all these eyes rolling around in heads held high (or low), all waiting for the light to change so they can cross the street.

Well, my feet have cooled off, and my legs are feeling more rested; the only thing that’s left is the lingering question: what do my eyes look like?