I’m just thinking right now about how much I projected with this person I like (liked?). it’s all kind of crumbling in my mind, falling like cardboard scenery.
I think I read something earlier this year about how much of the way we naturally relate to others is bound up in projection? life is so lonely, when it all breaks down in your mind, all these illusions that form our relationships.
I mean, when you find yourself there, right at the invisible, unbreachable barriers between your mind and the mind of another, and truly feel that you will only ever be alone.
and beyond that, when you consider what a mind really is, what a person is, just a collection of senses, memories. something far less cohesive or coherent than it ever seemed, something unknowable even to the sentience that presides over this collection of impulses.
life is so utterly, impossibly lonely, when your mind breaks it all down.