I guess this is what the inside of my brain looks like when I try to stop thinking about everything that has me concerned or worried or anxious. Visually I imagine myself as a cartoony astronaut just floating around, exploring the vast expanse of outer space. Oh yeah, this is a character I'll refer to as "Sonder the Space Person" from here on out. From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: "n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk."