a scribble from my class notebook-perhaps i was bored

[nebula_sprout]

Somtimes I wonder if things exist when I'm not looking at them. What if at every turn of my head the world quickly arranges itself into what I expect to see, or into what should be there. It's like how sometimes you don't notice something until somebody else points it out, but once you do you can never stop noticing.

If I look quick enough I wonder if I can catch things forming?