i see things sometimes, just everyday things, and it makes me think about what we accept as normal. every once in a while, i wonder if we even recognize the unknown when it's right here. we build our systems, our categories for everything, and it all feels so orderly. but how does it make sense that our orderly world is the only world in the universe. the universe holds so many variations, so many ways for things to be, that we might not even have words for. maybe what we consider strange isn't strange at all, just a different form of familiar. maybe there are intelligences, integrated and living amongst us, moving through our lives without us ever truly noticing. it makes me think about what we're really seeing.