I love listening to people talk about themselves, but more than that I love watching people talk about themselves.

Their eyes glaze over as they think of another place and another time and share it with you. They’re with you but not really. If you weren’t listening, they wouldn’t notice because they’re somewhere else. They’re completely taken with their memories and I’m completely taken with them. I want to be where they are and see it through their eyes, not merely through the reflection in their eyes.

I want to experience all the experiences.