Those quiet hours. Those intrinsic ways to start with our daily flow.
That unconsciousness. That innate force to belong to our way.
That invaluable routine.
“Les signes de changements collectifs ne sont pas perceptibles dans la particularité des vies, sauf peut-être dans le dégoût et la fatigue qui font penser secrètement ‘rien ne changera donc jamais’ à des milliers d’individus en même temps.”
Si tuviera que hacer una escala para el mes pasado, elegiría una frase que aclame el retorno a la lectura y el encuentro con Annie Ernaux. Siempre he pensado que elegimos a distintos escritores a lo largo de nuestra vida por una fuerza vital incomprensible y enigmática, unos lo suelen llamar azar. Poner palabras a lo que aún no sabemos.
“Nous sommes une communauté de désirs, non d’action.”
silencio,
madrugada,
movimiento,
lentitud,
precisión,
agilidad,
sentidos.
Holding all of those untold phrases,
all of those words that were never revealed,
all of those paths that were never taken.
You are the witness, our mirror.
Our segmented reality.
Routines ——
Esa aproximación entre lo surreal y lo sensato, mediación de elocuencias.
Respiros innatos.
Finding comfort in memories. This was cold day and was our last day in París previous to ship ourselves to Rome, we sat there for a while, life’s effervescence was at its most, the hurry of common life was making us feel alive, all people doing their stuffs. There was a coffee and a tea over our table. We were there, we were happy. We were full.
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
“On lit pour découvrir une vision du monde.”
Early hours, 5 AM, first coffee is done, stillness and quietness embracing all of this darkness, messy thoughts and intense emotions flowing, magic of these first hours.
“L`essentiel, c`est que ces mots aient été écrits.
Le reste n`a pas d`importance.
Nous ne devons pas laisser de preuves aux chiens.
Il faut ranger nos livres et nos souvenirs en nous.”
“Les mots n’ont pas toujours besoin d’une destination. On les laisse s’arrêter aux frontières des sensations. Errant sans tête dans l’espace du trouble. Et c’est bien là le privilège des artistes : vivre dans la confusion.”
Early AM routines, during those silenced hours, where everything feels like a free choice. That sense of intense flow. Motion from deeper inside. Retrospective. Perspective. Relief.
Sabernos aquí.
“All of man’s troubles have arisen from the fact that we do not know what we are and do not agree on what we want to be.”
“All great art contains at its center contemplation, a dynamic contemplation.”
If I could chose a place to spend my day, probably this would be my choice today.
Made these photos randomly and without conscious intention almost three years ago, time has charged its bill, now it’s clearly mapped out in my mind. All of that absorbing way to catching me up. All that separation from current reality. Healing us.
Random thoughts at 4 am.
“Why do people whose existence you are unaware of, whom you meet once and will never see again, come to play, behind the scenes, an important role in your life?”