I’m a 外国人(foreigner). Ergo, I am stared at.

In Berlin, I was just a Goth. Ergo I was stared at.

In Narita, I am a potential security risk. Ergo, I am stared at.

Many people get worked up on being looked at or stared at. I will not draw up excuses for anyone. But no days goes by, at which we are seen, with delight, wonder, disgust or boredom.

We live in a society full of Eyeballs, not only for Google.

Today I was looking at the woman standing in front of me, dressed up as cowgirl, dressed up, so it seemed, to follow some fashion ideal, with all body parts made very visible, except she wore jeans under a miniskirt. And that’s an epic fail to me, fashion wise, anyway.

The lady beside me stared at me with a disgusted face. As in: you look like you stare at meat on a bazaar. Hence, this mail.

Well, I get looked at, stared at, every 5 meter after leaving the house. I am a stranger. Even these who have seen me times and times before, stare before they say hello and then stare again. Man, I must be good looking today, this week, year and life. In the train, the stranger, look at him.

I never minded, it’s been so long, since 1995, when my hair started to grow. Since then, and even before, in east Germany, I was looked at.

Today, I will walk in Shibuya, 50 Cameras capture my every step. Even in the Shonan–Shinjuku–Line, I am sure, some camera is looking down on me.

And not only me.

But I stare back. I enjoy waving at cameras, as much as I did enjoy waving at the Stasi.

And today, I am sure you stared at someone with lust, hoping, before she/he vanished, to be a dream becoming real.

Ah, I stare back, that’s my answer. I cannot speak.

If you don’t like a look, please wear a box:

And if you see me, please smile and wave, I will smile back; we will both feel better being a part of humanity.

PS: When ever a baby or child smiles at me, which happens more often, I smile and wave and sometimes even speak!

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Her lips have the appearance of a skin cut, poplar in horror movies, then remodeled to be thick and juicy. In the us (&a) they use Botox to reach this effect, but I can tell its natural. Glasses are far too big. 2 rings where the wedding ring should sit. Android phone, red cover. Not my type, nothing to look at, but matching common man’s interest…

Louis Vitton cover over iPhone 4. Expensive watch. He has a tattoo on his right hand ring finger, a designer wedding ring on the left, platinum or silver. Auburn company batch [or is it a university, google is not revealing], if I read it correctly. Like a salesman, grey needle stripes suit, simple, expansive looking shoes. Muscular in appearance. Small, short beard. Hear styled, standing up in front. He looks resemble a japanese version of Robert Downy Junior and a young DJ Krush, at least asleep. He won’t be older then 33. If he is a salesman, can he swear like a sailor? I bet he plays it very hard, uses also his attractiveness. I imagine he would scare the shit out of his subordinates, even though being a nice guy over beer. We both work in Shibuya today, but aboves image makes me wish he would be my boss. I smile when I hurry pass him, he does not notice. A good image is more expansive then the truth. お疲れ様でした。

perfect new mail footer: sometimes misinterpreted as creepy

and an unrelated, but fitting image:

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