two strangers colliding into instant Identification — "I'm like feeling the Identification all…"

The scene opens on the working channel in comic miniature: two women trade cult atrocities they don't remotely share — currency-burning, teeth pulled for gnawing — and each keeps finishing the other's horror with a rush of recognition, connecting not on the details but on the shape of the damage underneath. It's the same Identification the CA speaker draws from a whole room, here happening spontaneously and fast between two people who a minute ago were strangers on a couch. [sweep · shared-ground addiction-recovery]