Gold foil illustration of stars

Faces in a Crowd

Catching Glimpses of Humanity from a Distance
a crowd of people looking to the left

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

The Unsharp Mask

a mirror with a reflection of a person

Aftergloom

Catoptric Tristesse

Kinchy

Nullness

Wytai

Burn Upon Reentry

Adronitis

Scrough

a person working on the sidewalk

Ledsome

Mimeomia

a person wearing an animal onesie garment

Hobsmacked

Kenaway

Innity

a neatly made bed with diffused light glowing

Ludiosis

Fygophobia

Amuse-Douche

Eisce

Poggled

a person studying a book with a magnifying glass

Routwash

Funkenzwangsvorstellung

Funkenzwang-svorstellung

Aulasy

a blurry image of a house on the road

Amuse-Douche

Pithered

stacks of papers and folders piled high on a table

Sayfish

Monachopsis

Mithenness

a person standing on the side of a road