We pass so many people on the street or on the road every day and we don’t even get to know their hopes and dreams and their desires what they wanted for breakfast who their childhood crush was how they felt when their mom got sick it’s actually pretty crazy that I don’t even know their name or their life story

creating and destroying; flying cars, roc.camera, july.rocks /july /faust

I barely ever known even a single person I can spend years with them. And I still don’t know them. How the hell do you even start to fathom all the people that are driving on the freeway? Or all the people that are on the train, not the one that you’re about to get on. But the one that’s full of people going in the opposite way during rush-hour in the subway. Yeah that one. 

Or you look into the distance and you see all these houses hundreds of lights in the night probably thousands more than you can count. And most of them had dinner at the table in the dining room. I just don’t get it.

Adding up all those stories each person holds.. God must have a shit ton of storage