"cause i wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdict-less life. am i living it right?" when the whole world's a stranger to you, the age old question breathes life into itself: are you the only one? the mass of individuals have abandoned the beat of their own drum and instead follow the lead of society conducting their every note. although many preach rebellion against the staccato of average everyday life, few actually branch out and follow through with that, and instead just become part of another symphony that all shouts for change while still tapping away to the same rhythm. when you walk a crowded street, are you crowded by people or by thoughts? does it seem at all that the meaninglessness of this life all finds its home in the face of a stranger? does it seem at all like the world around you is a slow motion film but you're the only person sitting in the theatre watching it progress? you think of yourself as the familiar stranger. the person everyone...