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I just got back from walking through my city. It's a nightly habit. I went quite nervously, I might add, haveing no idea where my pocket knife is. I passed a man asleep on a corner, a hand wrapped in a bloody rag, with his face lying in a pool of vomit. I walked by him. It seemed so fake like I was simply watching it from someone else's eyes. Was he asleep and do I have the nerve to go back to check and why do I not care enough to call for help? It's all a mystery when it's from someone else's eyes. Fuck it, I'll leave a note.