Thousands of missed connections, bodies moving through space, wrapped up in their own oblivion. Connections made lack meaning and content….We drift, we shift, we connect, but do we really…we drift, we shift, we connect, and it goes on. Are we really there in the moment, or without conscious thought has there already been a shift to the next moment, seeking a better moment? How does it feel to have eyes open to really see, hear, and fully experience, unguarded?
