Skint asked - Who are we?
We are the cloaked ones. Klingons, without the nasty looking foreheads.
We are seemingly normal, and can walk among you, never letting you know we are there.
You find us everywhere, supermarket, library, and at that cafe in the high street that does the nice coffee.
You won't know us. Most of us look quite ordinary, although some have a questionable taste in fashion, and a penchant for bad haircuts. We don't ask questions, we don't carry binoculars and the notebook is usually hidden from sight.
If you look very carefully, however, you may notice that although seemingly engaged in conversation, our eyes are darting back and forth, noticing the un-noticed, and storing it for future reference. Our radar is finely tuned to your appearance, tone of voice and those nasty little habits that you try to keep hidden from that girl that you are trying to impress.
We are human collectors, a repository for life, where everything you do, or say, is noted down, bookmarked, and added to our favourites.
And will you end up in a a piece of prose, a novel, a poem? Oh yes, no doubt, but don't worry, it won't be the whole you. We wouldn't be so rude. Your parts will be scattered, seeded and sown to make something new - a hybrid of humanity woven from life, gleaned with love from the spies among you.