i remember that feeling of what its like to get on a plane. sitting in the airport as I watch so many people go by. DIVIRSITY. all different cultures, ethnicities, genders. all traveling. all going in different directions. all connected unknownly. blindness direction. passing like cars through the city street lights at night. meloncoly and euthoric. is it esoteric? am I mostly alone or experiencing the same as everyone else just individually? do I have power? am I power? why do the clothes...