that new one

sitting in a cafe at one of my favourite spots, i had a nice view of the busy intersection. the kaleidoscope of vehicles in their metallic hues and aerodynamic imbrications, resembled shoals of multi-hued fish in a clear water tank. it was always a little game and distraction to wonder about the people behind those wheels - where had they come from, where their destinations were, what they did for a living, and also perhaps, what were some of their thoughts about life, about love. at first i thought i was the uninhibited observer, freely and audaciously speculating, heaping assumptions upon foreign bodies that did not even qualify as strangers. but it wasnt before long that the full-length windows of the cafe put me right - instead it was i who was confined into an enclosed space. it was i, presumptious and none the wiser, a fish in a tank.