The realization that each passer-by has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell yourself.
The strange wistfulness of used book shops.
6. Nodus Tollens
The realisation that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
The desire to care less about things.
Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
The awareness of the smallest of your perspective.
A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening.
A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history turns out.
A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
The desire to be struck by a disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
The ammonitic tranquillity of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
*Artwork by Rafal Oblinksi