How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.
Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.
I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.