I'm thinking of fascia and interstitial fluid.
The ground substance that enwraps every cell.
The relational broth that the “objects” of our body float inside of.
The ocean in-between that isn’t “thing” enough to notice.
like the air, like language, like economies, like belief.

That which separates is also that which connects.
The transitional spaces, the in-betweens, the through-line.

I imagine billions of us across the world, in our houses and apartments, walking in nearby parks or forests, gathering with those we share home with, and feeling, so tangibly, the substance of the place between us.