Physicists of the Quantum wanted to see something. They wanted to see how particles of matter act. That was called the Slit Experiment. They found out that those particles behave in an expected way, but when “observed” closer by a detector, they come back to behave as expected. If reality behaves differently when observed, what is reality then? That was in my mind.
I don’t know more than what they know, I don’t know more than what I know.
There is something missing, something that is not right, something that cannot be grasped.
Is it knowing oneself impossible? Is it experiencing what surrounds us merely an illusion?
I am walking out of the station, absent, mechanical. A girl refraining her tears, passing her hands underneath her eyes. A public place, never empty. Lives passing and rushing, never meeting truly. I keep walking. A guy. I am just seeing him from the back. He keeps walking. Another guy, maybe a friend, stops him. He hugs him. I walk pass them. Tears are in his face. Two broken souls in the middle of alienation. My mind is lifted for a moment and just for that moment I feel part of something. I can grasp a second of someone’s life, a second of empathy, a second of humanity. I can feel their sorrow. For just that second my reality becomes one with three other lives. Living aside the physics world.
If you want to watch the Slit Experiment explained you can have a look here: