we live in a world where nearly every table at a restaurant is occupied by dinner time and yet we are all too aware of the loneliness that exists between the people we’re sitting across from. at which point does connection also represent disconnection? definitions can only get us so far before it starts to look like its opposite. everything is its own opposite, is it not? being able to identify and distinguish, isn’t that really just an illusion? and are we living day to day trying to catch all these fleeting moments into a jar like fireflies on a summer evening in new york, or is there actually some real semblance in this all?