Strangers. A community composed of billions of people that you have never seen or met. Those you don't recognize. In some reckless situations, it's those who you can recognize. You used to familiarize yourself with them. Fold yourself into their box of daily routines. Twist and bend to have your ears perk up at their favorite song, which is now yours, and squish to roll their birthday and family members name off your tongue.
When you lose what you once held so tightly, it seems foreign to see it once again. Tension, happiness, anxiety, fear. Days, weeks, months go by without contact. You start seeing them from the corner of your eye. Perhaps you hear their voice in a busy coffee shop. You routinely listened to that old voicemail and recognize the tone. But it's never them. It's only stran
