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Sonder

N.B. The numbers above the stories are flat numbers. It's supposed to be an apartment building.


Sonder (n) The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

I don’t know about everyone else but I often catch myself walking past houses and thinking “Holy shit, this building is filled with people who are just as alive as me. They have emotions, friends, stories, families, memories, fears, dreams and it’s all happening as I’m casually walking past.” Is that mind-blowing or am I just weird?




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