Oregon Coast, USA

Slowly, over time, the concept of 'strangers' began to shift, becoming an almost unrecognizable term. So often, the strangers that we'd meet on the road would treat us like friends and I began to think that they actually were. Then I would end up thinking that all strangers would be our friends, just as soon as we'd start a conversation. This cycle was new and sometimes made me feel strange, like there was an epic version of my life following me around, and all I needed to do to be happy was jump the line and join another conversation. It was like all people, all their stories were mine. Like I myself had lived all their lives, and that just by listening to them, I would remember, I would feel it all again.