durito

how often do we walk with truly open eyes? must we live our lives in solitude, seeking only those things that bring joy or fulfillment to ourselves?

"this city is sick," durito writes to me; "it is sick from loneliness and fear. it is a great collective of solitudes. it is a collection of cities, one for each resident. it's not about sums of anguish (do you know of a loneliness without anguish?), but about a potency; each loneliness is multiplied by the number of lonely people that surround it. it is as though each person's solitude entered a house of mirrors, like those you see in the country fairs. each solitude is a mirror that reflects another solitude, and like a mirror, bounces off more solitudes." (marcos)

even a smile, across a crowded street. .. a lifted face, a bridge between souls. .. an ackowledging nod. .. a whispered hello. ..
life is mine to share.