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Faces in a Crowd

Catching Glimpses of Humanity from a Distance

We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter singularity: that we are the only one in the house who ever fills the ice-cube tray, who unloads the clean dishwasher, who occasionally pees in the shower, whose eyelid twitches on first dates; that only we take casualness terribly seriously; that only we fashion supplication into courtesy; that only we hear the whiny pathos in a dog’s yawn, the timeless sigh in the opening of the hermetically-sealed jar, the splattered laugh in the frying egg, the minor-D lament in the vacuum’s scream; that only we feel the panic at sunset the rookie kindergartner feels at his mother’s retreat. That only we love the only- we. That only we need the only-we. Solipsism binds us together.... That we feel lonely in a crowd; stop not to dwell on what’s brought the crowd into being. That we are, always, faces in a crowd.

David Foster Wallace – Girl with Curious Hair

Anaphasia

Star-Stuck

Monachopsis

Wenbane

Momophobia

Mimeomia

Adronitis

Nullness

Tillid

Holiette

Heartmoor

Ledsome

Hailbound

Amuse-Douche

Anechosis

Poggled

Pax Latrina

Nyctous

Semaphorism

La Cuna

Lackout

Latigo

Emodox

Heartmoor

Lockheartedness

Hemeisis

Enterhood