A life in erasable moments, loosely attached.

What is it that people enjoy in the company of others? Is it the conversation — and if the conversation, is it the topics, the perspectives, the words, the gestures, the gesticulation, the thought they generate? Or is it the shared experience — and if that, is it the having someone to discuss the present moment with, as witness to what is being enjoyed, as a partner in a future story to be told? What about when the conversation dies down and there is silence, but in company? What makes one enjoy the silent company or not?
What do people exude in their presence, and what draws others to that? How do people decide whether or not they like the company of someone?

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