This is a view that reminds you of you.
This is a metaphor you had nothing to do with.

I haven’t felt the full weight
of the world on my shoulders,
and I haven’t experienced
a fraction of the pain
and embarrassment I’ve put out into this great big
white world.

There's stranger sex than sex with strangers.

I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not ’cause we want to fix them, but ’cause we want to fix ourselves. The line between selflessness and selfishness is thin and intangible. It’s imaginary. We can’t see it. People project their problems onto other people’s problems. It happens all the time. We see ourselves in each other. We can’t help it. It’s human nature.

The more we look at anything, the more we see ourselves in the thing. This is called projection. There’s an ethics to projection, an unhinged sense of honesty. Honesty is complicated. The truth is fascinatingly flexible. Lying is boundless. It knows no limits. People lie all the time. Lying is an instinct. It’s human nature. We lie to each other; we lie to ourselves. It isn’t right, but we do.

Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip.