Blank Slate: Passerby Re-Write

Jon stood, unthinking, in the crowded mall as people passed by without noticing him. His expression told nothing of his mental state, since there was nothing to tell. He was a sponge, a blank slate, waiting for something, anything, to be put into his mind. Unfortunately for him, a crowded mall is fertile ground for idle talk. As he stood, slack-jawed, he overheard...