sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
The dictionary of obscure sorrows delivers again.
Last year I tied a disposable camera to a fence and left a little sign telling people to take pictures. This is part 1 of the results.
This idea was stolen from The Plug, a fantastic online zine that you should definitely peruse.
I’m going to do this this summer.
This is an awesome idea!
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, “Whatever Happened to My Rock & Roll?”
“She wants to get inside your head and tell it like it is…”
Someone asked me the other day what The Lolitas sound like in “Audrey, Wait!” My answer? This.
