Jun 06, 2007 16:28
Sometimes I read my friend's words looking for myself in them. Is that selfish? I just want to know that I have had an impact on another person, something visible or tangible or legible - that the because our lives have rubbed up against each other perhaps there is a residue left there that you can go back and see after you haven't interacted for a while. Maybe I flatter myself. But what if that's true - that our lives are made up of the residue of having rubbed against any number of people. Of course the people that are closest to us cause the most friction, but anybody we come in contact with has an impact simply by the fact that they have come in to our consciousness.
strangers,
friends,
identity