high heels noses jutting into the air tight skirts showing off what pilates and keto and bottles of red wine work to produce dark glasses on faces that barely recognize another person passing thin red lips pursed into an odd smirk cum frown causing lines in the foundation so carefully plastered in the rear view mirror as traffic inches in front of them

downtown is a bevy of sights and sounds missed by people too busy trying to be seen than allowing themselves to see the wonders lost as the mirrored sunglasses face inwards as the fool snaps pics of inspiration staring at the world in wonder wondering why no one else is looking as well the sadness of beauty unnoticed is a crime of the dessicated soul