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.
Ok, so yesterday I was bragging about my new grown-up shoes…
Today I had to take them off when I arrived at work since my feet hurt so much (not sorry bout the socks mummy dearest, they kind of match)…
Since I’m aaaaaall alone in the office today I figured running around with summer shoes can be a tad bit acceptable. Not sure how I’m going to make it home though, and at least I can wear comfy shoes (if they are comfy still with the pain I’m in) for the evenings activities, new phone and IKEA.
