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, jet engines, roc.camera, july.rocks /july /faust

yeah I think about this from time to time

not just this, the fact that you can never really know anyone fully because only parts you get to know are the ones they share with the world while what they have inside is everything under the iceberg

and now multiply that with 8 billion people

ironical saying the above because more often than note, we don't even know our own icebergs