It’s refreshing to finally be somewhere where no one knows you.
People don’t know your name, age, past relationships and disasters in your life.
All you are to them is a blank page. Those who long to fill that page with ink, will ask you questions about yourself.
“What’s your name?”
“Where are you from?”
“How old are you, did you say?”
“What brought you here?”
“You have a boyfriend?”
Of course these are boring questions but at the same time they excite me like no others could.
There is something so sincere about meeting people for the first time, so innocent about exchanging numbers and so lovely about running into them on the street randomly and catching up on life before one of you has to leave to catch the next subway or tram.
It’s refreshing to not walk out the door anymore and have people know who you are. It’s exhilarating that not everyone is a friend of a friend. It’s so disturbingly beautiful to just be no one, to have not planted any roots yet.
There is something so peaceful about being someplace where you’re such a small fragment of such a big picture.
- e.s. // 22.10.2017