i see our reflections sometimes, just in a shop window, and it makes me think about what we consider unique. every once in a while, i wonder if our sense of human specialness is just too strong. we build our narratives, our ideas of what’s exceptional, and it all feels so defining. but how does it make sense that our kind of intelligence is the only kind of intelligence in the universe. the universe holds so many uncounted minds, so many ways of being smart that we might not even register. maybe what we consider singular isn't singular at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…