I am sure there are hidden experiences that exist in social spaces that have never been named, and therefore exist for years and then pass away. For example there is a certain way of holding oneself in the bathrooms of old institutional buildings in New York — department buildings, public libraries, public pools. When you hold your body that way you experience the world and other people in a distinct way, and a special world opens to you, that has its own flavor and mix of emotions — anxiety loneliness curiosity but special varieties of each. There could be people whose deepest taste of life carries with it that distinct flavor of anxiety, which they tasted in those institutional bathrooms and never fixed in memory because it didn’t come with a name. The worlds we share are such a small set of the worlds that we could conceivably share but just happen not to.