The first thing that struck me (After I got over the whole, creepy/horror/revulsion thing) was how much more fun people seemed in their social media lives. Rather than seeing this as an exposition of "people on social media are so much more bland than they appear" I found myself feeling "people on the subway are so much more beautiful and interesting in their 'real life'" I feel like that might be backwards from how…
> It's really interesting to be confronted with the realization that every single person filling up space on the subway around you has a rich and lustrous story that brought them to that place and time. The dictionary of obscure sorrows[1] names this feeling "Sonder" The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worri…
I'm sure if I was having a low day it could take it as a sort of "we're insignificant specks on a floating rock" but I was having a great day so tra-la-la :)