We'd been sat in silence for a while after that. He'd gone back to his phone whilst I'd picked up my sketch book and made a study of him with a ball point. The atramentous lines made me feel good, like I was marking the page into something older than myself, like it'd become some Artefact of some long forgotten history. Each mark affirmed it's existence and gave some breath of life into an unforeseeable legacy that only my day-dreamer of a mind could fathom.

- a thing I wrote once... It was a part or a larger passage of a small interaction between two characters from a project I play a part in every so often... It is likely it will never be used for anything but I kinda just re-read this and thought hey I really like it why not share it kinda thing.