I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
isn’t it weird to think that someone might have caught you in the background of a photograph of somebody else
and you don’t know them and they don’t know you, but maybe that photo is framed on a desk or stuck in a photo album
and you were just going about your life, but you’re also somehow a part of the life of this stranger you’ve never met, forever connected by that one photograph