Midweek. Santiago. Sometimes it feels like I am in remote outpost, devoid of the rush of creation.
Maybe.
True in a way.
But other times, it's nice to be out of the way.
I always remember something I read many years ago in a newspaper. It was a copy of a letter that Abraham Lincoln wrote to a nephew. In it, he stated that travel is a sort of curse. Yes, you see the world and all the wonders. But you will never be able to feel truly content in one place again, because you KNOW that somewhere else, there is something more attractive, be it people, objects, cultures. There will be the desire to go home but after a while you will tire.
He also said (I think) that if you travel for a long time, you can lose that sense of belonging to one place and you belong to nothing.
Abe, you are a drastic man. But in a way, there is a lot of truth there.
What else?
Hmmm... not too many thoughts in this brain today. I went to see Capote last night. Very nice movie. Interesting the way Truman's character combines his egocentric views on feeling castaway because he was a homosexual in Alabama, and how he connected with a semi-psycotic (i hope that's how you write it) mild mannered murderer.
I have these recollections of Truman Capote and what he stood for from when I was very young (Isabel, do you share these memories?). Quite possibly they are from watching too much PBS at a tender age.
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“The past and the future are irrelevant…the moment is everything.”
Aldous Huxley dijo que viajar te ensena lo equivocado que estas (acerca de las cosas, se entiende).
A mi no me gusta viajar. Y creo que lo descubri por tener que viajar en mi trabajo. Alguien en esta conferencia en que estoy me pregunto si es que me daba miedo volar. "No. Lo que no me gusta son los aviones llenos, las dos horas de espera en el aeropuerto, la comida cara porque ya no sirven nada en los vuelos norteamericanos..." En fin. Soy de esas que prefiere estar en casa.
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