You meet some people, and you connect with them on a different plane, something you can’t choose to define, it happens and the worst thing you can do is to try and hold on, or change it
– from a piece of fiction by scout
A concept, which all of us know, beautifully expressed by the author. The synchronicity of the piece is also right there, as I wonder about connections made and whither they lead.
The connection, when it happens, is seen in the eyes. And you feel like devouring the person through your eyes, and you see the same hunger opposite. I had forgotten what it feels like. I am grateful for the memory. And I can’t wait for the connection to re-surface.