The Space Between Us
I was waiting for the bus this morning, staring at the glass of a storefront across the street. A woman was inside, rearranging books, and for a second, our eyes locked through the pane. She didn’t wave, and I didn’t smile, but there was this strange, sudden recognition—a shared acknowledgment that we were both just existing in that specific slice of time. Then, a car drove by, the moment shattered, and she went back to her books. It’s funny how we spend our lives surrounded by thousands of people, yet we rarely truly see them. We are all just ghosts to one another, drifting through our own private worlds, separated by thin layers of glass and habit. Sometimes, I wonder how many stories I have walked past without ever knowing they were there. Does it ever happen to you, that sudden, quiet pull toward a stranger’s life?
Keith Goldstein has captured this exact feeling of fleeting connection in his work titled The Man in the Window. It feels like a quiet bridge built between two people who might never speak. Does this image make you feel like an observer or a participant?
