There are some things we can not easily disclose to a passerby, for one, our innermost secrets. Something about a passerby is that he/she can not fully grasp or see or understand everything he/she sees or hears, all a passerby can do is to make speculations and hypotheses with the phenomena he has just witnessed or experienced. This makes it quite difficult; as to we do not care much about what strangers think; of incoming passersby, we do not mind the intrigued looks upon their faces and whatever opinion they hold upon us. Yet, we are afraid of being seen by the same unknown strangers in the most vulnerable of our moments.
I am a passerby, I can not care less of what you think of me, nor could you care more for what I exactly think of you. However, we are all passersby of this world, of this life; and there may be a lot of things that we both see and hear, but interpret and recognize differently. There will always be a discrepancy in our opinions, on how we think. Therefore, this is the perfect playground for our thoughts; we can (I can for this matter, but hopefully you shall join me soon) have discourse about everything and anything our petty minds can think of, anything, anyone that we happen to pass by in our journey in this world and in this life. There will be no standards to meet; nobody to please, just a culmination of ideas, expression of feelings, and basically the sharing of thoughts of those passing by.
