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Within the first thirty seconds of the above video, I am again responding at the core tier of feeling that makes us all one when things that are universally happy (babies laughing or puppies playing) or sad (people's homes and neighborhoods slowly forming scar tissue one year after Hurricane Sandy) arrive on the timeline of our lives, those we know, and those we can empathize with after listening in the quiet spaces of ourselves to their stories.
A grounding stimulus, the smell of a forgotten tin of old, worn crayons: I also feel a pull of essential gravity from this, and am able to clear the static of the day-to-day as though I'd hit a "Pause" button from the rest of world moving in the surrounding rooms as I craned the cool metal lid off the weighted box of unthreatening "known".