Something in me, something in everyone, has the capacity to envision what it would be like to be someone other than ourselves, and this seems like it can be a very good thing to do when we exercise it.
At the same time, what is other is also us.
I thought this after seeing a picture of someone, which made me remember a man who walked around the restaurant I worked in, wearing his Blackwater shirt, after scandalous news stories about the organization. I feel that someone nudged me and remarked on it, and that was all.
I didn't see anyone speak to him.
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