Something plain and beautiful.

I understand people because I am people.

There's a small beauty in everyone. I want to see it, each day I want to see it. It's a kind of assignment.

There was this lady at the grocery store, with a kind of beautiful pain in her face. She squinted when she smiled, and smiled sincerely, the kind that fades slowly so you know she means it.

And she liked me, I saw that too

But how she looked at people, she studied the lines in their faces, like rivers on maps. She understood people because she was people. She wanted more, wanted out of something, you could just tell.