Amid the crowds I familiarize myself with, I continually seek love through networks: the threads that appear thin but are strong enough to depend on for my life.

The glancing tears I shed later may have been for someone new who was intimate to me.

The endlessly anxious human is drawn to mirages, illusions that echo our deepest desires.

We are pitiful sheep, each chasing after microscopic differences that feeds our voided longing.

Love may not be a privilege of humanity; instead, it might be our greatest flaw weakness.

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