this world.

it's evening. and finally, after 2 days of fast forward, things slow down. i just wrote a mail, and as so often, typing things out put them in perspective, and connects the fragments of the day.

here's a passage from the mail that i wanted to share:

"yesterday and today were a bit surreal, though: snowworld. then a meeting in comicworld. then the first newsbits from Haiti. then museumworld: a black gate on the way to the museum. snowed up statues. Monet’s fields in France. Gaugain in Tahiti. Warhol and his food cans. and in a big baroque hall: Neoexpressionists. wild huge abstract paintings. making me wish to write the way they paint.

back home, i went for a snow jog. and in the evening, i saw the news, and the unfolding tragedy of Haiti in shaky images. then, this morning, in a coincidence, i got back to a mail from Roxane Gay – we had mailed about the new Publishing Wiki, she now created a page for the blueprintreview list of lost+found magazines (the connection developed through the “Big Other” reprint blog post). when i got back to her mail, i also visited her blog – and it turns out, her family is from Haiti. and her parents just returned from there. here the link to the blog post: All Falls Down. those lines made me think again how huge and small this world is. and how fragile, our lives, and our worlds."

this world. and us, trying to put it in words on paper. and in paint on canvas. to get a grip of it.
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