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I think about my own body and the alienation I feel from it when I look into a mirror. Sometimes I wonder how I recognize myself.
I think about the world, with its cars and freeways and flowers and skylines, and I think about how distant it all is sometimes.
I spend a lot of time thinking about other people, why they act the certain ways they do, what they must be thinking and feeling and worrying about. I meet a person, and I like it when sometimes I get an idea of what things they live by, and of the things they want people to notice about themselves.
I try to notice people and the way they move and the way they think and the way they speak, and, more importantly, why. This helps me, I’m less likely to treat anyone negligently if I understand them- or at least if I can find some way to love them. I think a lot of people treat a lot of other people like they are less important, and I try to do that as little as possible.