in one of the apartments in the building across from mine, someone is putting different colored scarves over a lamp, making the light change into slightly different hues of golden-gold. everything today seemed to flow into each other so seamlessly. not a single stutter, not a single […] in the stream of things. the days where i feel the most with it are the days like today, where we’re all weaving around doing what we’re doing, but we touch or we pass one another on the street and for a single moment we acknowledge one another and the fabric of who we know of what we’re doing of our humanity just tightens with a little tug. the days where everyone kind of falls into the same pulse, the same rhythm. outside of my building i sat and watched as five strangers (to myself and to themselves), out of the blue began to run. a couple and a man with a briefcase running past each other to avoid a taxi with its yellow lights streaming forward over the asphalt. the couple laughing, holding hands. the man holding his hat to his head, grinning apologetically. a girl running with a high pony and headphones past them. a small child with silk and black hair across the street on the back of her papa as they run, smiling and smiling. all of them, all of the people crossing paths for one moment and then moving away. burst and un-burst. touch and un-. do you know what i mean? and i just sat there and i felt as though i witnessed something so full of magic, so full of what, what do i call it - the holzerism of everything being delicately interconnected. yes, that. there are days where it feels like the world seems to be working itself up to this kind of blossoming, this kind of ease. i’ve been dancing all day. what is this hum that i’ve been hearing? mm, i’ve been dancing all, all day. it’s all so sticky and so sweet.
-- Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls