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Gianfranco Pardi, Architettura, 1973 via ortut
affects 株式会社竹尾 青山見本帖 / TAKEO Co., Ltd. Aoyama MIHONCHO
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I broke things I should never have even touched.
I have holes in parts of me that shouldn’t even exist.
painting by Lily Thula
Cottage on an island near Nora, Sweden. Submitted by Jonas Loiske.
If you are not being touched at all, then speech is the closest contact it is possible to have with another human being. Almost all city-dwellers are daily participants in a complex part-song of voices, sometimes performing the aria but more often the chorus, the call and response, the passing back and forth of verbal small change with near and total strangers. The irony is that when you are engaged in larger and more satisfactory intimacies, these quotidian exchanges go off smoothly, almost unnoticed, unperceived. It is only when there is a paucity of deeper and more personal connection that they develop a disproportionate importance, and with it a disproportionate risk.
Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone (p. 47)