There’s something alike china in Russia, here in St Petersburg. The walking of people and the massiveness of crowd engaging outside of the Moscow Railway Station.
I always feel an impulse killing me when I’m alone, it’s a periodic thing, it’ll strike time by time, as long as I got my sight interlaced with others. The fear of being stared is something I can’t control, till now I still can’t understand why people are staring at me or either just watching me when i’m passed by.