Bedtime Story Conservatory 72 10/06/2020
Hello everyone,
Today I feel all tensed up, tiny flies keep flying through my window, every song I listen to ends up slightly irritating me and when I lean against my wall my bed pushes into the centre of the room. The flies and the music could be admired in some way, but right now I can't admire them, I wish I could. But somehow, now as I write this, I begin to admire them as I contextualise them within this email series, they become a notion, and now I love them, flying in from the heat of the sun, but i'm sure in 10 minutes, one will fly a little too close and I will go back to that feeling of dismay. And so it goes.
It's a turbulent time right now as things open up, and it's difficult to open the brain up again. But it will happen i'm certain, and I hope that your brains are feeling in place inside your skull which moves around as the next twists, not stuck on a stick, if not now, soon enough.
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"Ink bottle, scissors, pencil vase, knife, dictionary- he loved to see them glitter brilliantly in the lamplight. Things are solitude"
- From Yukio Mishima
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I went into the basement of my building to do the reading today, it was silent, I huddled myself into a corner between two wooden cupboards and read this excerpt (the 2nd in this series) of W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn 1995. As I read I had tingles which is fairly rare for me, this book has a real impact on me, I hope if you do listen, you find it as beautiful as I do.
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Warmest wishes, lots of love,
Sam
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