n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
We are all authors or artists, this is to be human, we all leave something behind.
sonder - n.
the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
This one word defines the one theme to the many thoughts that will forever be. Significance in the insignificant, insignificance in the significant. Behold the eyes of the beholder, there are many.
Date Nite at Disneyland, 1957 (x)
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A.P.C. Pre-Spring-Summer 2013 lookbook
My first tattoo done at Anchor’s End in Duluth, Minnesota
Lyrics from The Wonder Years
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Andres Risso & Lucho Jacob by Paolo Simi for Fashionisto
Anson S/S 2013
untitled by laineylamonto on Flickr.
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note to self