There's this feeling for me how each stranger that walks past me on the street, has a completely separate life disconnected from my own. When I meet someone, I realize that they have always had a life before me and they will continue to have one long after me but for a moment, we exist together. Yet despite this isolation in our own bubbles of reality, we all share a profound similarity. Each person, as unique as the next, mirrors our own complexities. How can we feel alone when I have you, and you have me? Yes, we are but specks of dust drifting through the endless void, but we drift together.