Wearing: Halter top c/o American Deadstock, Sportsgirl bell bottoms, Windsor Smith clogs, Vintage bag & belt, Assorted jewellery
Flying over Sydney city is a strange experience, perhaps flying over any city at night is a strange experience. Looking out of my aeroplane window, I peer down into the streets below. I watch the tiny beaming headlights of cars driving along the highway, and all I can wonder about is what that one little person is doing or thinking in that one little car. Are they happy? Are they alone? Have they ever been in love? What is their favourite movie? Their favourite song? Will their lives ever intersect with mine? Sometimes I like to even create little fantasy lives for these nameless and faceless people. And this is where I tend to get stuck and overwhelmed by my thoughts.
There are millions of people in this city, in this world, yet I only know a handful of them. I only truly care for a handful of them. And for some reason this scares and excites me. It scares me, because it really emphasises how small I am in this world. How insignificant I am in the bigger scheme of things (If a bigger scheme of things even really exists). It also reiterates how self absorbed I am in my own little universe of life. But it excites me, because there is such an abundance of opportunity. Each person could provide something new in life. And this something 'new', has the ability to shape me. They could yell or scream abuse at me, or could simply ask how my day was. They could be the person I buy my train ticket from, or the person I smile at whilst walking down the street. They could be anyone, and everyone.