Xeno
The smallest unit of human interaction.
We are at the centre of our universe, with our loved ones in our closest circle. Then there are acquaintances, colleagues, and forgotten friends. And then, there are strangers who leave us with some simple words. There are strangers who don't see us, just happen to be in our space at a particular moment in time. Does a stranger's careless glance not change us, in some minuscule way?
Inspired by The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Music by Gustavo Santaolalla
