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

Innity

a neatly made bed with diffused light glowing

Anti-Aliasing

Star-Stuck

a man walking towards a door with a large question mark

The Unsharp Mask

a mirror with a reflection of a person

Adronitis

Kuebiko

Burn Upon Reentry

Eigenschauung

Eigen-schauung

Mimeomia

a person wearing an animal onesie garment

Holiette

Poggled

a person studying a book with a magnifying glass

Pâro

Ledsome

Aftergloom

Anecdoche

Wytai

Hailbound

Anechosis

Midsummer

a person standing in a garden holding a clock

Adomania

a person riding a horse

Pax Latrina

Anderance

Ameneurosis

Falesia

Emodox

Énouement

a hand opening a curtain

Trumspringa