Eavesdropping for Art was a hobby of mine a few decades ago. It was a guilty pleasure that gave me some very surreal moments. It started out quite innocently. I would go to the gym after work and on the walk home I’d stop at a restaurant for supper. I was single and quite frankly after a long day it was rather nice to sit alone and read the local rag. Sometimes I’d work on some sketches – thinking about a new project. One day I overheard a conversation and that lead to my starting a small cartoon. The conversation was this – “So I went to South Africa for my holiday. It was great. No car bombs or anything’. The next one I remember was – ” I seem to like violent men”. All these small pieces of conversations were like a side-order to my meals. I never was interested in the actual conversation – those small nuggets were too good on their own.
Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep ~
Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell us about a time when it was impossible not to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?
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