We each have to find our own way to connect, to communicate, to share. Pick your poison, Art or Word or Action. Mix and match, find what works. Spin Dame Fortuna’s wheel the game is rigged and you can’t loose unless you decide to not play.
Trapped inside our own heads we can often see our experiences as completely unique. How easy it is to forget that everyone we meet is alone with their thoughts, hopes, dreams, regrets, fears, ideas lofty or low, and memories unique only in their perspective. How noble and tragic the fleeting fantasies. Spectral shadows of synaptic sparks, the transient polymorphs masqued as truth.