The tranquility you experience from being indoors during a storm.
The unsettling awareness of your own heart beat.
The eerie atmosphere of a place that is typically filled with people but is now empty.
The inexplicable urge to push people away from you, even if you’re really close with them.
A hypothetical conversation that you play out in your head.
The frustration of photographing something amazing when there are already thousands of identical photos that exist of it.
The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye.
The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
The bitter-sweetness of having arrived in the future and seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
The strange wistfulness of bookshops.
The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
The frustration of being stuck in just one body for the entirety of your life.
The desire to care less about things.
Weariness with the same issues you’ve dealt with for a long period of time.
Being aware of the smallness of your perspective.
A conversation in which everybody is talking, yet no one is listening.
The sad realization that you will never know how history will pan out.
The state of exhaustion inspired by senseless acts of violence.
The feeling of returning home from an immersive trip only to find it fading from your awareness.
The desire to be struck by disaster.
The tendency to give up talking about an experience with somebody because they are unable to relate to it on the same level.
The frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.