“In the end we all become strangers and memories.”
I find the concept of a stranger so complex. When is one no longer considered a stranger? Is it after the first pleasantries are exchanged, or does it go much deeper than that? Essentially a stranger is a person you don’t know. So you would think that you can’t know a stranger. However, someone you used to know well could very easily become a stranger. How incredible is it that we as humans constantly evolve into different versions of ourselves and yet are still the same person at the end of the day? Like I said, complex. Just some food for thought.
