Almost 1pm. Waiting near the fountain. Watching the goldfishes motionless in murky waters. And just alike, all of a sudden, feeling watched by all the windows piling up to the roof, feeling at the heart of a panopticon with uncounted spectators hidden behind intransparent reflections. Immediately moving on again, in a temporary perception of unease, of being more than just aware of individual realities for a fraction of a moment.