Space

I write today from the spiraling promenade of the Guggenheim in New York, whilst roaming the Alex Katz collection, and blasting Phillip Glass in my headphones. Today I am small, and everything around me seems immense. I am walking around in a world touched by others. Strokes of paint from the observations of another, sitting at the tufted pit stop benches composed by careful thoughts of Frank Lloyd Wright, when he imagined this building far before I ever stepped foot in here. This was all intentional and it is inevitably noticeable. The magnitude of the human experience lies in which cannot be put into words. Such is living, such is loving. It’s the unseen, It’s the awakening of the intangible that can never go dormant again. It is experiencing  connection with those that we might never even get a chance to meet face to face.