A man does not preserve his identity of Stranger for very long in our generation. We are fish in the whale-y mouth of the Internet, the idea of a stranger is almost unknown… an individual’s details are only a few clicks away. I know what you look like, where you are, I know what you like, or who you like, before we ever shook hands or exchanged glances. This odd, impersonal, creepy reality is nothing abnormal; we have been birthed in the comfort of inter-webs hugging our social life, world of academia, family..and on and on. Faceless, Emotionless, Expressionless, Stranger interacting with your weird world.
A Stranger, a concept outside our generation.
In a world of webcams, internet, and online strangers seeing what my walls hide from my neighbors, i’d say transparent walls are more logical than what they’re credited. This is me in hd, this is my wall, this is my blanket, this is my bed, my laptop’s name is Olivia. You already know too much