I like seeing young children when they seem oblivious to their surroundings.
I like seeing them in a line on their first days at school with their eyes everywhere and their bodies forgotten and uncoordinated.
They look like puppets left to plop their feet down wherever, with their hands vaguely reaching for an adult’s hand, a friend’s hand, a railing, or just tracing a line in the air.
Old people have squared the circle and the world has crowded in and built a fence around them.
They are limited by failing bodies and poor eyesight.
But their age has given them freedom, freedom to be and freedom to look uncertain and undecided in a crowded market.