Last year, we talked about sonder.
sonder n. “The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”
While returning from work, I recollected “sonder” when I gazed at the traffic blur. So, this would be sort of a moving image version of the earlier post. Traffic time-lapses are one of my favourite ones to capture. It figurately connotes the dynamism of life.