I find it interesting how we as people can be so comfortable in a quiet calm life and yet we are still drawn to the chaos. I sit in my favorite cafe on this beautiful morning and watch the world move past the window. Two police cars pull up and the the officers stand at the entrances to the arcade across the street. People start stopping. Watching. Waiting. Hoping something will happen. Chaos has become entertainment. Violence a drug to be consumed from a distance. We deny our nature and yet we find, and sometimes hope for, conflict in everything. Find ways to create it rather that calm it. Obviously this is not true for everyone. But as a general idea I think it holds too true. The police have left and the people moved on when nothing happened and things remained the same. Quiet. Peaceful. My breakfast is here. I eat.