The Idea
I’m alone.
Breathe in.
Breath out.
I’m breathing but the beat keeps rising. Annoyingly.
I see a gap.
I fill it with presence.
To not have presence is to not exist.
Being perceived may instil nerves but not being perceived is a gunshot that slowly unravels the skin that allow you to stand.
In films where the world has ended and only person is alive, are they really living?
Or are they living in hopes they aren’t the only ones?
If your action bypasses everyone, who carries it?
No one.
If your memories are not shared, who remembers it?
No one.
Be independent. Be private. Don’t overshare.
True.
Third spaces. Community. Interdependence.
More true.
Is it a life without anyone?
It isn’t.
I need you as much as I,
Breath in.
Breathe out.
I see someone and I smile.