Skip Navigation
55 comments
  • Reminds me of the word sonder

    n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

  • While you sit upon a constructed object within woven fabrics, both the realizations of imaginations; the one supporting you, the one enveloping you, how can you be certain where what is imagined ends and real begins?

  • Damn, reality is only limited by my imagination, and everything I hope to accomplish can be accomplished as long as I am motivated enough to put on the work?

55 comments