I’ve always been amazed that asteroids can fly in groups for millions of years and never touch each other or connect. They are dead rock so they find their perfect orbit and stick to it. We also wanna find that place of perfection but we’re not asteroids, we change and that’s the problem. The more you try to create a paradise the more you will resent the prison and all you’re left with is dreams of a future that never happened.
— Space Station 76
I think I am very simple on some level. Day by day, I am the same person, with the same name, and same habits, and same thoughts. My psyche seems to converge on a state of stasis and loops where so much of my life goes on auto-pilot. I am a mimic machine, so the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. How I construct a model of reality is based on my memories and experiences. However, every now and then I cross paths with others. Sometimes, these interactions stir my emotions such that the person I am tomorrow is, in a very subtle way, slightly different from the one I was yesterday. And over a long period of time, I might become a different person altogether. And rarely, these interactions are too intense that I change overnight. It’s almost as if I carry inside me pieces of all the remarkable people I’ve crossed paths with. Bits of their habits, their language, their thoughts and emotions. These people burn like bright torches that kindle a dying flame.