they/we

They fade into the background, oblivious to our visions and thoughts. They're the world, the popular ones, the satisfied ones, the beer drinkers, tv-watchers, the happy, complacent, all-singing-all-dancing parts of the world we have no business with.

They surface in our memories on the fringes of recall. Blurry images, shifting faces, suffice enough to know that they've been part of your life, once. It never seems to matter if you can't remember exactly.

They're the ones that we think everything happens to. Death on the road, parking tickets, fines, date-rape, armed robbery, to equal parts true love, winning lottery tickets, bank errors, scoring at clubs. We drink in envious thoughts when we think about the things that they go through, but conveniently ignore the other side.

They are what we are.

Just other people. Faces in a crowd.
That's all we are.

That's all they are.



Our capsule lives; different and the same.