Call me crazy

Leiden – Amsterdam Zuid

You used to be called crazy for talking to yourself, it was completely normal now. She chats into space, occasionally grinning shamelessly at her reflection in the window. I often notice headphones too late, for a second I actually thought this girl was crazy. And yesterday a bearded man had angrily scolded a tapas display. I assumed the man held a phone, but in walking past, I saw that the man held a thumb to his ear and talked into his pinkie. Only then did I notice the somewhat maniacal look in his eyes. Annoyed, I shook my head. Not even all earphones have wires now!