On a recent trip abroad, I found myself lost while searching for the Prado. Noticing my perplexed expression, a stranger offered to take me where I needed to go. He accompanied me through the botanical gardens, guided me through a cobbled grove lined with trees, before we finally emerged beside the museum gates. Then, with a warm smile and a ‘buenas dias,’ he left me.
Although the weather hasn’t quite begun to turn yet, this late summer air has put me in a nostalgic mood. Days like these seem somehow both limitless and fleeting, and I find I’m caught between the present and a need to keep one foot in the past:
Sometimes, it can seem like those who have ‘known’ us our entire lives have no idea who we truly are. What does it even mean to knowsomeone? There is a difference between being known and being seen. Knowing is surface - your job, your shoe size, where you went to school. To be seen runs far deeper and exists on a far more enchanting level