It’s a funny feeling when you think you’re alone. Well, not alone, but you think you know the bounds of your surroundings. But I found myself looking around at dozens of people—a few familiar, some lost in waves of memory, and others completely foreign. I found myself covered in strings I didn’t know were there, like spider silk, that I finally noticed. These tethers are something I know I can fall back on. They are a testament to the fact that we exist far after we’re gone. I implore you to find your strings, repair them if they need to be fixed, and weave your own if you have none. We’re human, and that means we’re connected whether we like it or not.
