I don’t know you, but I tell myself we have something in common: a taste for novelty, for variety, for something the jolts our senses, a visceral violation of our vallations.
Do you ever find yourself wondering?
I grew up believing that true happiness was found in meaningful relationships. I reasoned that our encounter with others provided an encounter with another world, full of alternative possibilities and imagination. But as I grew older I found myself more alone, more in the company of myself, and the world’s I encountered grew more colorful and intense and variegated; only these world’s were my worlds.
I embraced this development as a function of my supreme individualism and continue constructing these palaces and adorning them with the content made increasingly available to me