No one knows you. No one has a story about who you are. No one is waiting for you to be the person you were yesterday. You're just a stranger in a chair by the window, watching a city that doesn't need anything from you.
It's the feeling that anything could happen. That the world is bigger than the walls you built around yourself back home. That the life you've been living is just one version of a life, and there are others, and they're not as far away as you thought.
At home, you're fixed. Known. You fit into a shape that other people recognize, and after a while, you forget you're even in a shape at all. But here, alone, somewhere new, the shape dissolves. You could be anyone. You could be more of yourself than you've ever been. No one is watching to see if you stay consistent.
será que o nikolas tinha planejado só fazer um teatro com a palhaçadinha dele e pegar um carro por trás das câmeras e agora está tendo que andar todo assado e com os pés cagados porque chegou um monte de arrombado pra acompanhar? kkkkk
He's laughing as he pours gas on the flames of societal issues because he's rich, he's protected and he's watching the peasants fight & kill each other. It's a game to him. This is Elon's entertainment. No need for the hunger games. He's got Twitter to distort reason & reality.