empathy is the key to seeing more of the world. not just seeing through human eyes, but seeing from a door knob’s perspective, from the sun’s eyes looking down, feeling what it’s like to be a sound wave. loving with the dying heart of a soldier, thinking with the desperate mind of a prisoner breaking out. hundreds and thousands and millions of viewpoints. why just live inside your one?

i look at others and say, wait, is that me? my empathy stretches that far. when my ego explodes. everyone, everything even, becomes myself, so that i want to flex with my tree branch arms and kiss with my lover mouths outside the cafe across the street. i loose and flow like a river and crumple like a chip bag, anthropomorphisg—without any need, i might mention. if i truly become “every” thing, i can drop the anthro- prefix.