“Let’s go down, down, low down,
Where I know I should not go.
Oh, and she thinks she’s the one,
But she’s just one in 24.
And just ‘cause everybody’s doin’ it,
Does that mean that I can, too?
Lady, where has your love gone?
It was the anti-septic to the sore.
To hold you by the hand,
Must be first, be in demand,
How he longs for you to long for him once more.
Just once more.” No Buses, Arctic Monkeys
When playing hide and seek, i’ve found it’s much easier to stop looking. As a seeker you end up feeling frustrated, wondering if you’ll ever find that one person when there are hundreds of places they could be hiding. If you stop looking, they’ll come out and find you first. Or they’ll be in plain sight—in places you would never expect—like under the coffee table.





