Italo Calvino 'The Form of Space'

the idea of people falling through space in parallel directions (lines), with the same distance remaining between them - reflects a sort of isolated vacuum each individual occupies and how close/far we can get to connecting with another individual - more interestingly, this line is fluid and can be changed so we could almost imagine ourselves moving closer, but then bear in mind -

'how space breaks up around every cherry tree and every leaf of every bough that moves in the wind, and at every indentation of the edge of every leaf, and also it forms along every vein of the leaf and on the network of veins inside the leaf...all printed in the negative in the dough of the void, so that there is nothing now that does not leave its print, every possible print of every possible thing'

- that space surrounds us, lies in-between us, as if there was a sort of magnetic power that could bring us together and all of a sudden, tear us apart, and that even in writing, a way to give form to space, to self, to human relationships, 'we' elude the words (as if alphabets were matter, like walls and ceilings), winding, unwinding,

'never meeting, just as we never meet in our constant fall...'

an unspeakable state of being alone


*just this evening, i was thinking about how strange (and wonderful) it is to learn about someone else's life, have them share their experiences with you through words and images, another being / body like you who heightens your consciousness and sensibilities, these people who randomly tumble in and out of your lives