coalescenteThe closest thing to everything human connection could ever reach. Nothing much would happen if this did not begin somewhere or if no one were willing to initiate it. Even the most solitary being needs another, if only to find its way towards its own interiority. There have been particular occasions when I have had to resort to sign language and braille to make communication possible and they remain among the loveliest experiences I have ever had. I feel like in solid, crystal clear-tears whenever I teach myself these languages thinking about how extraordinarily beautiful it is that we continue to find ways to reach one another... even beyond the limitations of speech. I have spent much of my life conversing with strangers while dwelling in my solitude. I find it lovely. I call them disposable conversations: no identity required, no further secrets to disclose, no obligation to establish an intimacy beyond the encounter itself. Everything feels genuine and unguarded, pure - filled with raw emotions and fleeting glimpses into one another's existence. Nothing particularly needs to be retained and nothing necessarily needs to follow. It surely is on behalf of certain purity in speaking freely to someone whose life may never intersect with yours again. Second favourite. Conversing with beloved ones, however, feels incredibly sacred. I much prefer one-to-one exchanges, eye to eye, with all their incalculable depth and occasional silences. They can lead (rather ironically and unironically) towards a more definitive understanding of a connection... whether for better or worse. Sometimes, a conversation brings me closer to The Thing; sometimes, it makes me realize precisely how far apart I have always been to The Thing(s). Either way, it has always been extraordinarily valuable to allow another person to become known to you and allowing yourself to be known in return through This Very Method, despite the odds (the mortifying ordeal of being known). Very much recommended. Everyone ought to experience it, in all its forms. Or simply find someone with whom you can exchange a few words. I can't think of many things more worthwhile than making an effort to reach another human being. As for conversations with those I have no particular inclination to engage with, I would rather not romanticize them. They tend to bring unnecessary disturbances to an otherwise peaceful interiority and I obviously have little interest in entertaining exchanges that leave me further away from myself than when they began.
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