It's a backwards attraction to your forwards eyes.

I went to the Lake alone today and sat on the beach (and, alternately, the rocks making up the shore of the beach) listening to Transatlanticism in its entirety and reading Salinger (Franny and Zooey, I'll have you, NOT CITR). As the sun set couples started flocking to the scene like dumb animals, it seemed incredibly caricatured to me and I had to pivot away from the lake to face the outline of the city to ensure that I DIDN'T feel like I was sunken to that stratum.

I forgot my camera and I'm disappointed but moreover I feel so damn emo sometimes I want to shoot myself.