5 thoughts on “293. – Conversazione, 2018”

  1. When I entered the room, the first thing I recognized were the many paintings adorning the walls with their illustrious presence. My gaze danced from one picture to the next, until it stumbled upon this particular one. It immediately caught my attention with its unknown familiarity. It took me only a moment to realize it: I saw myself in it. Not particularly myself, as I was sitting in this room, but another self of mine, one I only get to unpack once a year. A character of mine, I play at a theatre play, but who is an important part of myself nonetheless. She is wrapping herself in the same colors this painting depicted and at once, it made me feel calmer. It made me feel at home. I loved looking at it, during the course and during the breaks, when my mind began to wander off to places where she might go, while I was sitting here. The adventures she got to live, while I was not with her. It is no wonder I instantaneously fell in love with it. It depicts all I adore: this woman, who is not me and especially me all at once, distinguished adventures, the warming sensation of summer and the faint hope of all what could be.

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  2. When I entered the room of Hotel Joli, the first thing I recognized were the many paintings adorning the walls with their illustrious presence. My gaze danced from one picture to the next, until it stumbled upon this particular one. It immediately caught my attention with its unknown familiarity. It took me only a moment to realize it: I saw myself in it. Not particularly myself, as I was sitting in this room, but another self of mine, one I only get to unpack once a year. A character of mine, I play at a theatre play, but who is an important part of myself nonetheless. She is wrapping herself in the same colors this painting depicted and at once, it made me feel calmer. It made me feel at home. I loved looking at it, during the course and during the breaks, when my mind began to wander off to places where she might go, while I was sitting here. The adventures she got to live, while I was not with her. It is no wonder I instantaneously fell in love with it. It depicts all I adore: this woman, who is not me and especially me all at once, distinguished adventures, the warming sensation of summer and the faint hope of all what could be.

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