We all have “people.” Those people we see everywhere but never talk to, no matter how much we want to. Or, alternately, those people we’ve only seen once but will never forget. These are our missed connections. These are people with whom, for whatever reason, we feel we share a special bond. And even though we may never address it or make ourselves known in any way, we are acutely aware of some unique sentiment toward these individuals. Who knows what cultivates these bonds? Most likely it varies from person to person, situation to situation.

The purpose of this project is to document some of these interactions, and create fictional possibilities based on observations of other people’s exchanges. Maybe this will serve as a way to discover what wonderful force is behind these meetings and secret longings. On a concluding note, as the creator & editor of this project and as a shy person with many missed connections, I will say, from one shy person to the others: I think we notice each other more than we let on. And while there is often frustration to be found because of this, I believe that if we look past it, there is also beauty, and, if we’re lucky, (not so missed) connection.

If I wore that, I’d look like a fat grandma!

If I wore that, I’d look like a fat grandma!

Time you spend wasted is not wasted time.

We may be able to write the words “I love you,” but that doesn’t mean we have anyone to say them to.

K: There’s a reading room in the 9th floor book stacks. People conference there.

BP: No, but people go there to fuck. I am not going there.

K: I hate rye bread.
T: How are you ever going to marry a Jewish man?!
K: I know! His mom’s gonna hate me!
S: Well, that’s a given.