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What very little we truly know of the intimacy coursing in another— their immediate practices, chosen methods, active or inactive beliefs in the life they call as their own, with conviction or amiable need.
It’s a peculiar thought to me when I think about all of the very eclectic & major cities I’ve lived in since I was 19.
Nine years later, I’m sitting here reflecting on just that. Currently in city 7 & as much as I myself am an advocate for the solace of mountain peaks or the roaring whispers that chant back from the sea.
I’ve been slowly coming to learn, it's Truly the adversities of people, smack dab in the bustling halt & screech of city streets, that have an incredibly profound ability to teach.
Even when unbeknownst to them, there is something full & circulating of marvel when shared without exempt.
For every city I’ve ever lived & wandered about, traversing & yet mistakingly learning the curvature or spine of these newly ventured roads, I’ve always been awed by the places where others without hesitation proudly call their home.
Of anywhere I have since lived, this photo depicts the most formidable place to have enraptured the childlike nature of my curiosities within.
Which brings me back to the inquisitive thought,
as to how we truly know very little of the intimacies we all hold akin; Whether apparent or soon forgot
—§ ∆ Ǥ ع