Goldfish bowl

We feel things in relation. I feel like this in relation to that. I feel cold in the sense that my body is hot in relation to the outside temperature.

I search for a new perspective, in relation to the one I had before. I seek new inspiration in relation to the things that once inspired me. I feel loss in relation to a gap that used to be filled.

I feel happy in relation to how I used to, I feel sad in relation to how I used to.

Two lost souls in a fish bowl...