In this moment I sit here with the windows of my studio apartment open, listening to the foot traffic and chatter of the world outside. The world out there is full of roaming homes, bodies with a story and faces with character. Every single one is a breathing miracle. I find it fascinating that every person I will come across today and every person I came across yesterday was created on purpose. Every single person so hugely distinct from the other. Complete with their own history, their own nostalgia and memories, their own cracks and desires. Each one bearing different…