But occasionally you see another watcher. You lock eyes and you realize, 'you're one of me!' Then you look away quickly, try to look somewhere else. But very soon it's back to the job, the job of seeing into lives, trying to see why someone would dress that way, act that way, see things that way, choose to associate with that person, read that book, carry that purse, listen to that music, have that haircut, be so conspicuous, don't they see what they are doing, all these people, in public, on display?
Watchers
I always wonder if I'm going to see another watcher, and if I do, I wonder if he or she is really watching as much as I do. I like to see everything that is going on around me when I'm sitting or standing inside the moving metro car. I check out each and every face, try to fathom what is going on inside. Usually people are stony faced or sleeping, if they are not focused right in on someone else and engrossed in some conversation, observation or argument.