08 june 2016
there's a space between all of us. there's a point at which one human physically ends, and another begins. that space is occupied by thoughts, connections, dreams, emotions. we love things and we hate things and we desire things and we cannot help but compare ourselves to things we perceive as different because, inevitably, all things that are not us are different.
where do you end and where does someone else begin? there's only the sense that that separation exists, but i do not know where i would draw that line.