When I was a child, my father and I would instinctively raise our heads to the sky like performing puppets whenever a plane passed over. Together, we would ponder the lives of those on board.

But not merely their destination... We fixated on the trivialities. The seemingly meaningless minutiae that tend to stick to humans like confetti as we move through life.

Did they enjoy the last meal they ate, or did they crave something greasier? Which songs bring their childhood memories flooding back?

Rapidly, my mind enters overdrive. I contemplate the million minuscule details that orbit that one human. A lifetime of electric circuits and connections.

Each one of these people are surrounded by an incredible nexus of relationships that multiply and expand. Tentacles, weaving through the murky ocean's depths. Ivy, stretching and sprouting, a tangle of twisted tethers.

Inevitably, as I grew up, the pressures of life became more imposing… But when I think of this labyrinthine web that surrounds me, I relax. I'm reminded that I truly am just a meagre speck in this colossal world. My own insignificance is a comfort to me.

Never is this feeling more compelling than when I am travelling the globe. Immersed in an alternate normality, I really am ‘an extra sipping coffee'. A mere blur in someone else’s reality. And I will chase that feeling forever, wherever it may take me.