... We Had Once Called Out Hello

I Mean Obviously We're All Dealing With A Lot More Strangers Due To The Web. I'd Say It Has More To Do With The Quality Of Interactions. When You're Physically Interacting With Someone, It Forces You To Be More Present And Probably A Little More Uncomfortable. You Have To Tolerate Being Outside The Comfort Of Your Own Home.

You've Got The People You Know, Which Are Problematic. Always. They're Rich But They're Also Real People Living Their Lives Alongside You. Then You've Got The People That You Make-up Completely, Who Are Often Missing A Dimension If They Don't Have Some Reference To Real People. So Strangers Exist In This In-between Space, Where In Not Knowing Them, You Are Creating A Fiction For Them, Even In Passing, But At The Same Time, There They Are, With Their Actual Bodies And Their Actual Clothes. It's Totally Enticing.

Maybe That's Why People Take Pictures Of Themselves, To Avoid Being Described.

I Supposed This Was One Reason Why People Got Married, To Make A Fiction That Was Tellable. It Wasn’t Just Movies That Couldn’t Contain The Full Cast Of Characters — It Was Us. We Had To Winnow Life Down So We Knew Where To Put Our Tenderness And Attention; And That Was A Good, Sweet Thing. But Together Or Alone, We Were Still Embedded In A Kaleidoscope, Ruthlessly Varied And Continuous, Until The End Of The End.

He Breathed Out The Bitter Air That Makes Women Doubt Everything, And I Breathed It In, As I Had Always Done. I Expelled My Dust, The Powder Of Everything I Had Destroyed With Doubt, And He Pulled It Into His Lungs.