I was driving one time, coming over this hill on the 401 where you can see planes taking off and landing at Pearson, and I felt overwhelmed by how many people there are. Connecting is really fucking hard. This is about the disguises we wear to maintain distance, which sometimes can seem like strength (insofar as it covers our vulnerability).
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Tell me your nom de guerre or your nom de plume. We've grown up together and I know nothing about you. We're all so used to staying at arm's length using disguises so oblique and arcane. What's made me so afraid to say "I need you here, just keep me from my disdain"? Red in front of me and gold beside me, a thousand people I know I'll never meet. I watch blinking lights depart bound for every distant place, but you still feel like the furthest from me.