The observing girl always seemed to be getting caught up in her own spinning world. The observer had a notebook glued to her at all times. The observing girl talked to her inner observer constantly. The observing girl is rarely speaking, and if the observer does, it is for collection of information; more things to observe. The observer does not go alone. The observer has a few friends. Most non-observers view the observer as a foreign land, unknown and strange. But I myself am a non-observer, and I hope to maybe join the observer someday, as another strange, foreign land.