Annika- Week 1

Today as the bus was pulling out of WA, I looked out the window and saw a guy in his car fixing his hair in his rearview mirror. He kept stopping and starting again periodically and occasionally making faces at himself. And I started thinking about how we are never alone. Like even when we think we’re by our selves at home someone is bound to notice you, even the pet goldfish. I guess that could be an interesting poem concept, because never being alone could be good or bad. Do you find it comforting that someone will protect you or do you not like being stalked by your cat? Take it as you will.