Some time ago I watched a Korean movie called Il Mare. It’s a strange story about two people communicating between different time zones, using a mail-box as a kind of magical time machine. Their thoughts and emotions, parcelled into words, fly through space and meander around time, affecting their lives, creating their reality. Maybe, it would be more accurate to say that, for them, there is neither space nor time. They simply communicate.
Ours has become a world where communication is everything. Or almost. Is there anything that we do that does not communicate something to someone? Everything we do sends a message, the way we talk, the things we eat, the clothes we wear. We are communicators.
Don’t ask me why I decided to start a blog. I honestly don’t know. Maybe it’s just an ego trip that will give me some masochistic pleasure in revealing how little I know, and secretly gloating that others know even less than I do!! Or maybe it’s just a wish to cut across space and time and to see what others are doing, or thinking, or feeling. A desire, perhaps, to be in the timeless NOW and feel the pulse of the earth, through people I know and, maybe, through those I don’t know … yet.
Who knows, something might happen.