Despite spatial proximity, there may exist a set of conditions such that two particles cannot meet or will never meet again. In eight and a half minutes, photons emitted from the surface of the sun reach Earth. Daylight hours lead to indifference. There is no word for someone moving away from you. Constructive abandonment is a different answer to this same problem. I am similar.
Social contracts believe in amelioration. We are climbing an invisible ladder. I am not perceived as myself, only how you will require me to change. My limitations are diminished by history anyway. I spent this year unaccounted for. Will the world fall apart if I step outside? What if I encounter the difficulties of rejection? How should I hold my arms while I walk? Behind my back? Across my chest? How does anyone ache in private? Love without being loved?
The Saudis have constructed buildings taller than mountains. This is a message of hope. People find themselves inventing ways to accommodate each other. You are a document, and the general public is nothing too external. We all learn something about loneliness. Most people I meet do not even notice me. They build sanctuaries I am bound to be expelled from.
There is no word for the despair subsequent to moment you may have never experienced or will never experience again. Pain is not a language. My cage isn’t this world, it’s all of you. Alienation has always been a special fear.
Temporal systems must consider one another. It is important to feel above reproach when you are just a long string of molecules. I need to spend eight and a half minutes alone with the sun. There are silhouettes further down the street. My fears are rendered true. I cannot avoid our shared history. It reminds me of indifference.
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