Looking back,
I found five heads, mostly bent down ― either taped to their right hand or facing straight into their phone. Their position made a nice 'l' shape, 'l' for letting everything go. One of the heads looked up and faced straight then. The grey desk probably got boring.
I wanted to have another look back, but doing so repeatedly is plain weird. I'd decided to stop looking back for now.
Facing ahead,
there were more heads and more colors than looking back had, but sadly there were no faces. Although the heads behind me were mostly slumping, looking ahead still had far smaller prospect of seeing faces, compared to when I ― as bothersome as it was ― was looking back.
Nape of the neck, collar of their shirts were no fun. I ended up staring at their ears.
