been noticing something strange lately. there's this woman who sits in the back of the coffee shop near the studio. every morning, same seat, same order. but yesterday she laughed at absolutely nothing — her own hands, like they'd told her a joke. and i couldn't look away. we spend so much time making our faces say the right thing. she forgot to. and it was the most honest thing i've seen all week. what's something you do when you think no one's watching
