text: You may have seen him; he probably walked past you on the tube platform and you hadn't even noticed. You are, perhaps, subconsciously familiar with the way he walks because he walks like no other. It's like his upper body is frozen in time while the stick-like legs carry him forward with a curious spring in his step. He hovers over others, cutting through the sea of people with only his head popping up above the surface as he swiftly maneuvers around the crowd. Perhaps, you've made eye contact with the lanky boy and you don't even know it. He seems ordinary and yet there's something strange about the way he looks at you; there's an unquenched curiosity in his eyes, the green circles peering into your soul slowly and so very deeply as if they were perfectly willing to illuminate every dark corner of your mind just to get to know who you really are - the childlike desire to discover you, the real you. He stands straight as a stick and only his eyes rotate in their orbits, gauging the world around him. Sometimes, he turns his head to take a better look. You can never tell what he's thinking though, believe me I've tried many times, and I think it's because his face is often still and emotionless - except for the occasional smile. Despite the enigmatic look you can tell that the gears are turning behind his pale skin, you get that distinct feeling that he's constantly processing some information. You can practically feel him think. He's easy to spot, if you know how, because of the clothes he wears; it's like he's stuck between his yesterday and your tomorrow. Like two distinct periods of time have somehow been merged together resulting in a calamity; he doesn't quite fit with the people around him, an aura of space surrounding him at all times. I remember seeing this creature on a platform one day, I think he was waiting for his train, he hovered over the edge peering into the dark tracks below as if he was reading something written on their surface. When his train made its way out of the tunnel entrance and crossed the spot he was staring at it was as if he was snapped out of a trance, glancing up at the door, which somehow ended up being precisely where he stood, he slid into the train as if carried by the wind itself, his eyes bathed in the memories of his past and dreams of the future. And just like that, he disappeared.