We’re surrounded by representations of human life.
People explaining themselves, displaying themselves, measuring response. Giving advice. Producing content. Reacting. Commenting. Telling everyone what everything means.
And somewhere underneath all of it, I find myself thinking:
I just want to meet a person.
Not their content.
Not their positioning.
Not their explanation of themselves.
Them.
When I read When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer, it reminded me of what happens when there is so much noise around being human that I start missing being human.
Sometimes I don’t want another explanation of the stars.
I just want to go outside and look at them.
