"After all, a spider’s proximity to its web, made of its own secretions, proposes that home and territory are of and with the body."

For as long as I can remember, this has been one of my favorite feelings. To be alone in public, wandering at night, or lying close to the earth, anonymous, invisible, floating. […] To make your claim on public space even as you feel yourself disappearing into its largess, into its sublimity. To practice death by feeling completely empty, but somehow alive.

∆ Maggie Nelson, The Red Parts

A part of yourself is completely unexplored till you meet a particular person or go to a particular place.