A short essay on the inability for anyone to ever really know you and how, despite being surrounded by familiar faces, we can sometimes feel so utterly unknown. The author arrives at a poignant...
A short essay on the inability for anyone to ever really know you and how, despite being surrounded by familiar faces, we can sometimes feel so utterly unknown. The author arrives at a poignant question when he posits that perhaps being known by another isn't so much an act of being discovered by them so much as a mutual act of synthesis: by revealing yourself and letting yourself be discovered you simultaneous reveal and create who you really are.
A short essay on the inability for anyone to ever really know you and how, despite being surrounded by familiar faces, we can sometimes feel so utterly unknown. The author arrives at a poignant question when he posits that perhaps being known by another isn't so much an act of being discovered by them so much as a mutual act of synthesis: by revealing yourself and letting yourself be discovered you simultaneous reveal and create who you really are.