#0084. Every window leads to a life distinct from your own. I try so hard to remain apart and aloof. Or I try so hard to not be so apart and aloof. I cannot remember what happens by will and what happens by accident. Am I alone by design? Every window has a life inside of it. Someone like me. Living a life like mine. Having hopes and fears like mine. They live parallel to me. We'll never touch. We'll never meet. I wonder how lonely they are? I do not think I would like them.
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