αἴσθησις

Obsession with Faces, faces in the morning when emerging in the real world and sensing people and their lives and emotions invading my mind through their faces. Faces of stories and lives and breeding and work and pain and joy and, most of the time, indifference and anaesthesia .
Faces, I shall write your names.

Feeling of worlds apart, when in a moment I'm surrounded by people yet live within the very closed and delicately childish environment of Charles Dickens, and another moment I'm open to new sensations surrounded by rapidly walking urban white collar workers who deny any opening.
Collision of mental worlds.

Defining the ideal person to meet, advancing in the subtleties of narration, revisiting the sensations that come between the passing from a place to another.
Words that fill a mind with no particular goal. Most common sensations are too big for what we created (the methods, the language) to transcribe our commonalities.

The space of an author is what resonates in us. Our inside echoes always come from an author.