i wish i could describe the feeling of standing in a large, open building while a storm rages outside
the roof is a million miles away something in your soul /feels/ the open space around you the emptiness, not a bad emptiness simply /there/, simply powerful if you had wings, they would fill the space it's the feeling of potential at once the potential for the space to be filled and the electricity that fills it
the storm is above your head and around your body and deep in your chest all that open space between you and the storm it's surreal. you're both acutely aware of your fragility and aware that this torm won't even touch you. you feel small and also like this moment, the present, is just an old memory, locked away from years ago, that you stumbled upon in the manner one does, when time is simply not a concept.
standing in a large building with a storm raging outside is humanity.