I really tend to consider the planet as one city or one house with many rooms. People who actually believe that Morocco is Morocco only, or that Belgium is Belgium only, well, they are wrong. Just imagine that people invented passports. That means that, before that, you could just walk. I mean, the planet is round, so you can turn right around it. The only thing that limits you, then, is a river or a mountain range or an absence of courage. Airplanes don’t help us see the world as an undivided space; we see it as a schizophrenic environment, almost like different planets in one. But while travelling so much and being in three different places in one week – like Bamako, Brussels, and Bangkok – I saw the world as it is, moving simultaneously.
You know that machine, the ancestor of the cinema? This machine has one lens with maybe 50 individual pictures of a horse running at different stages on a disc, and when you spin that disc, all the different images animate so that it looks like one single instance of the horse running. It’s like that; you realize suddenly that, if you move between places that are not really the same, and you spin fast, suddenly you understand the movement of trade and the dynamics of the world. Instead of seeing different fixed pictures of a horse, you see a horse running.
Eric van Hove
You adapt to the place and the place transforms you as well and you get caught.
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I remember, in no particular order:
  • a shiny inner wrist;
  • steam rising from a wet sink as a hot frying pan is laughingly tossed into it;
  • gouts of sperm circling a plughole, before being sluiced down the full length of a tall house;
  • a river rushing nonsensically upstream, its wave and wash lit by half a dozen chasing torchbeams;
  • another river, broad and grey, the direction of its flow disguised by a stiff wind exciting the surface;
  • bathwater long gone cold behind a locked door.
    This last isn't something I actually saw, but what you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

"Nothing around us is free of imperfections." 
- Manuela Sosa


And that is as it should be. 
What a relief.




Edvard Munch




Vi trenger å ha en vegg i ryggen, du og jeg. Noen ganger er det nok med en håndflate som stryker, andre ganger behøver vi hele reisverk av innsikt og fatteevne for ikke å falle, tumle ned i uforstand og rådløshet og angst. Enkelte ganger er vi hverandres vegg, iblandt er du min, men ofte må jeg være din alene, for du snubler og faller så lett. Og da, Gabriel, hender det at jeg blir red, når jeg ikke selv har noe å holde fast ved, noe å klamre meg til, bare vind og lys og åpent hav, og du ramler utfor all begripelse.


Halfdan W. Freihow Kjære Gabriel




  
Training is an encounter with the reality which one has chosen: whatever you do, do it with your whole self. Eugenio Barba (1999) Training in Theatre : Solitude Craft Revolt, p. 73