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I want to talk to someone who needs to talk to a stranger. I just want to feel how it goes. Like when we talk, it’s as if everything we say just passes by, like the lights of cars on the road which trail like they will never end, but the truth is they will, and they will be gone like how everything is not happening anymore. I see how car lights go away too quickly, it’s like that when they say hi, they bring some confusing streak of jets, like saying that they want to stay but they can’t; we know how it feels like when they’re gone, and we know how impermanent that feeling is.