We’re interwoven. We pretend to be autonomous or we would like to think we are. But somehow, something in the universe connects us, binding us in more ways than we had originally known.
A Malaysian tells his taxi driver kanan and the guy goes right. A Filipino tells a pedicab driver this and he does the same.
A Filipina yuppie recalls watching Ultraman as a child. An Indonesian professional says he did the same.
And on and on. Tiny threads that string us together into a colorful banner circling through the world.
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