He sat next to me without any difficulty of coordination. He held his stick firmly and moved a bit to the front of the bench so it looked like he was leaning on it. He then took a deep breath and looked around, as if he wanted to tell me or ask me something.
Ever since I’ve been a little kid, I’ve been thinking about our perceptions we get from our senses. Thinking about if other people saw the world as I did. As a kid you often feel misunderstood, because as a child you seem to see things that other people don’t see. And children aren’t taken very seriously anyway, so no one believed me or took note of my perceptions.