Neither the most handsome nor the most revolting, I can't be highlighted. I can stand casually in a corner and people will notice me like they'd notice a common car on the road. They will see me but I will do nothing that will make them remember me. Safely they can pass their eyes over me and not register anything about it. Something as plain as the color white, so simple, so unchallenging. It exists but it really isn't of any striking contrasts.

But what I am is that I observe, I will see them. The same eyes that will pass over me in a second, the same I will observe deeply. I will remember the occasion, the time and the weather, when it happened. From my abode of silence, I will observe them earnestly.

I am, however, not the greatest observer.