>>765180Thought of the day #11
I feel deeply connected every time I consume art: manga, paintings, books, music, dance, photography, sculptures, films... it's like I'm finally home. Momentarily everything makes sense, I understand that I am part of humanity, that we all share the same life and the same death. I am moved to tears when I think about everything we have built and destroyed, about the beauty and the horribleness of being a human being. But as soon as I set foot outside the house... where have the souls I connected with gone? Faces become blurry. It feels like I'm wearing a disguise and going unnoticed among them not because the disguise works but because they don't even care. I feel alone, isolated, disconnected. The heat emanating from their bodies does not feel like heat.
How can fear and love coexist?
Why can I only feel their ideas close to my heart but not their bodies?