dear life 93
dear life,
coincidences, coincidences, again, again,
i am reading this book, The Art of Travel, by Alain de Botton, (i just don't know how this friend of mine does it, proposing books that are just perfect timing, guess he knows too well!) anyway, i read about paintings of this guy, i look at his first painting in the book, and sth feels familiar about it, i keep reading and a couple of pages next there is another picture, and i tell myself, "this is the same guy whose painting my friend in spain loved, the picture of the lonely girl sitting on the edge of a bed," something in it just tells me so, a few more pages and there it is, the same picture, the very same that announced the exhibition we visited last year in madrid, the very same that exposed the girl's loneliness and sadness in big dimensions. the painter was Edward Hopper.
i open my emails and there it is, the weekly books update, and there it is all these articles and images of the bookcovers in different languages of "On the Road", a book by Jack Kerouac.
i walk to this bookstore, looking around, and in the literary criticism shelves the first book that takes my attention is "up is up, down is down" a glimpse of the literary scene of NY. i continue browsing, and i see this other book, "a short history of tractors in ukraine".
hours later in another bookstore, there it is a new publication of "On the road" with essays and discussions on it, the same i have read about in NYTimes.
guess, i should stop calling these coinicidences, it is just shared knowledge coming up here and there. of course it would, wouldn't it?
coincidences, coincidences, again, again,
i am reading this book, The Art of Travel, by Alain de Botton, (i just don't know how this friend of mine does it, proposing books that are just perfect timing, guess he knows too well!) anyway, i read about paintings of this guy, i look at his first painting in the book, and sth feels familiar about it, i keep reading and a couple of pages next there is another picture, and i tell myself, "this is the same guy whose painting my friend in spain loved, the picture of the lonely girl sitting on the edge of a bed," something in it just tells me so, a few more pages and there it is, the same picture, the very same that announced the exhibition we visited last year in madrid, the very same that exposed the girl's loneliness and sadness in big dimensions. the painter was Edward Hopper.
i open my emails and there it is, the weekly books update, and there it is all these articles and images of the bookcovers in different languages of "On the Road", a book by Jack Kerouac.
i walk to this bookstore, looking around, and in the literary criticism shelves the first book that takes my attention is "up is up, down is down" a glimpse of the literary scene of NY. i continue browsing, and i see this other book, "a short history of tractors in ukraine".
hours later in another bookstore, there it is a new publication of "On the road" with essays and discussions on it, the same i have read about in NYTimes.
guess, i should stop calling these coinicidences, it is just shared knowledge coming up here and there. of course it would, wouldn't it?
posted by friend @ 3:00 PM
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