Sonder/6:42pm

Most times, not always, I feel it.

That feeling when you're going on a road trip or at the market and you doubt if everything is real or if we're in some kind of an elaborate simulation or you realize that every passerby is real-real, each with their own fvcked up shit they're passing through, their happiness, their plans, their bad habits, the people they're avoiding.

And suddenly we come to a quiet realization that regardless of what we're going through, it's small compared to what others are passing through, your problems stop feeling like the center of the world, not because it doesn't matter but because alot of lives are happening all at once, then it also feels like we're lonely yet connected, somehow, then the calm that follows.

Everyone has a destination.

Most never arrive.

We don't know who's late or who's tired, who's about to give up, who already has, and somehow it doesn't change anything, for a single moment human life feels so insignificant.

Not in a cruel way.

So yeah, for a moment we share a bridge, same sky, same evening, same direction, then we disappear into our separate interesting yet insignificant stories.

Sonder isn't loud.

You feel it's presence, it leaves you staring just a little longer than usual.