Strangers
It has just struck me how odd it is to be engaged in a common goal with a group of strangers. We are all in the same place, doing the same thing, for ostensibly the same reasons. By and large, though, we don't know each other. As strangers, we are glimpsing the shared life snippets of other strangers. There are names, or at least labels, by which we can discern one stranger from another, but that is a surface label. All this surface, and all this intimacy, yet we are still unknown to each other, and likely to remain so.