Sonder: the realization that every person you’ll ever meet — the enigmatic commuter you run into at the bus stop every morning whose name you’ll never ask for, the kids stumbling on their own feet at a playground, your local grocer, your mother, the actor you saw on a screen last evening — is existing in their own world.
During some of the shortest days of the year, most of us have no choice but to become civil with the night. It’s an instinctual act that brings us together, yet we all go about it in such different ways. And that’s why, if you pay attention, as the sky dims, the lights in windows flicker into the after-hours and everyone floats around their own little corner of the world, it is no more apparent than at night that everyone is living a life that is as real and full and coloured as one’s own.
This supplement grew out of that feeling, 16 pages pervaded with honest storytelling and vulnerability. It’s an ode to nighttime, in all its obscurity and comfort, from the journey home, to the waking hours past bedtime. Almost purposefully, nightfall prompts some of the rawest and heaviest emotion, and along with that, imagination, reflection and art. I’d like to think we all share something in common that can be bonded over in one of the most beautiful ways through good writing and good artistry.
From the realists to the dreamers — no, we’re not so different after all.
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