I'm walking behind an uptight businessman-looking kid today. I try to think like him. I try to understand why he takes the sidewalk instead of cutting through the grass: the straightest, shortest way across. This and other things. And I begin to understand, and then I am thrown into a contemplation.
When you try to think like someone, when you try to genuinely put yourself in those shoes, what if you succeed? What if you enter their mental space with yours, and think like them for even just a second? And what would it mean?
Would it displace their own mind for just a second or two? Where would it be? Wandering off in another space maybe?
Are you who you claim to be? Within this ever-changing place?
The question mark crashes down on my head with a ferocious loud corruption.
And the room that houses error is cavernous.
P.S. Haha maaan, this just reminded me of Being John Malkovitch. That movie asks very similar questions.
