I'm sitting here in the Nut lab of college as usual, when I see a couple of hairballs rolling all over the floor of the lab... The fans are blowing it.
I see it trace it's path amidst all the feet shuffles and chair legs and people walking and network cables and whatnot. And make it's way back to where it had started from. It's a symbol of life. You are a hairball, just getting to know people, touching their lives in some way moving on... And then you go back to where you came from... And then the cycle repeats itself. And there's always somebody watching you.
Not reacting to what you do, just observing... And blogging.