do you ever think about how everyone is someone? about how all those people you walk past and never see again have their own lives in this world and you'll never know anything about them? you'll never know why that woman was crying on the bus, or the name of the person who smiled at you when they walked past. there's so many possibilities for what someone's life is, you'll never know how similar a stranger is to you, or how hard someone's life is that they cry in public. it works with other emotions too - don't you ever wonder what made a group of friends fall over each other laughing in the middle of a city street? or what celebration it was that made that woman hand her partner flowers? maybe there was no special occasion at all. those little snippets of conversation you overhear from people, without any context or any reason behind what can be the most bizarre thing you'll hear all week. and do you ever think about how other people wonder the same things about you?
