Familiarity

I walk around and tell myself I'm supposed to be there so while I'm there, I'm not the outsider but the insider and everyone I observe is determined to be outside or inside. The ones who aren't supposed to be there are given things they're supposed to see. The ones who are supposed to be there (me and the others I determine) are given nothing but the idea that the others are seeing something that isn't entirely meant for us. It's a concept and intentional. My experience is accidental and subverting the plan.

The familiarity with the landscape, buildings, people and memories around me strengthen my unfamiliarity. I can't know it except by how I remember it and a person could spend the rest of their lifetime trying to understand all the parts while it constantly shifts and always becomes something else.