I'm frequently staring at some harmless thing (like a shadow), struck by how it looks like or represents x, y, or z.
One time, on one of my railroad strolls, I stopped by a field with grazing cattle in it. One particular cow came over and stared straight at me, and 30 minutes later she was the apathy of the working class and I was crouched down, explaining (out loud) the nature of her life.
Don't take walks with me. I'm strange.
