The Rooms of Perfect Strangers

Have you ever found yourself in a new place, looked around, and wondered how you arrived there? You look across a table at smiling faces, you take a bite of delicious food, you run your fingers along a glass of deep, dark wine, and you share ideas with thirsty minds - it is an amazing experience. There is no apparent reason you have arrived - no obvious course of motion that has drawn you to this place - But you are here.



Its the perfectness of strangers, and being a stranger that gives us the ability to glide through cities, through towns, through the world itself - intricately, subtly, peacefully.
How imperfect are the ones we know so well? How many faults, and drama, and scars, and wounds do we know? The beauty of being somewhere new, is that you are a perfect stranger - and people will treat you as such. There is a curiousness we all share when it comes to a new face. People are eager to take you in, talk to you, dress you, feed you - even when they know harding anything about you. In their mind, you have no flaws.

So there we sit. Myself in a room with perfect strangers - both of us blinded by initial beauty, neither of us really knowing the other.
And this is where is starts.


(Andrew Tipton)