Watching these strangers, I cannot know the weight of their lives.
When I watch strangers in public, I sometimes wonder: am I the only one living a pathetic life, or do these people just have incredibly effective masks?
Watching these strangers, I cannot know the weight of their lives.
When I watch strangers in public, I sometimes wonder: am I the only one living a pathetic life, or do these people just have incredibly effective masks?
I think it’s common to see things that way. I like to romanticize unfortunate circumstances, as Kafka did, yet if I were in his place, I wouldn’t want them. We witness the emotions and take them at face value, but I am certain that no one, authors included, has truly figured any of it out.
When it comes to observing people, I am quite empathetic. Usually, I don’t go out.
I’m always happy to see your comments.
If you didn't romanticize, you wouldn't be this brilliant writer I'm speaking to.
That is so sweet… and vice versa. Ahem. I do not know how to respond.
Thank you.
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@wakeupkitty
they wear better masks than you