the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vidid & complex as your own -- populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries & 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.
I crave to know these people: to create a lengthy book out of recycled paper and fabric where I can write down each and every life story. Recently I have decided to return to UVM (after leaving my first semester). I can not wait to live in a place where I finally feel like I fit in. I want to be able to share amazing experiences with amazing people & truly live for the first time since Alyson died.
Cheers to the experiences and people that await.