Connections

In the past week, whilst hobbling around due to leg injury resulting from a hit-and-run, I have encountered a medical doctor who served as an intern in Bosnia treating refugees from the war, a pharmacist's assisstant who's family fled BiH at the beginning of the war, and a Serbian wandering beach bum who returns periodically to Belgrade to resume his infamous career as a club dj.

The strings of synchronicty are often sticky silken threads that lead one to another.  A pattern is forming.

Sarajevo is calling.

How can I miss a place I've never been?

Or, as some who have me phrase that question:

How can I miss a place I've (seemingly) never been?

[-19 days]


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Preparing ourselves for the journey.

Ordinary facts are arranged within time, strung along its length as on a thread. Yet what is to be done with events that have no place of their own in time: events that have occurred too late, after the whole of time has been distributed, divided, and allotted; events that have been left in the cold, unregistered, hanging in the air, homeless, and errant?

Could it be that time is too narrow for all events?

Could it happen that all the seats within time might have been sold? Worried, we run along the train of events, preparing ourselves for the journey.

—Bruno Schulz


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