quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2009

You can reach me, but can you touch me?

A slight change of perspective: for the past week my computer was away from me. Yes, that's right: instead of me being away from my computer, it was it (or him) that was away from me. I was so busy with tons of other things that I hardly noticed it, though, but all of my contacts did & they couldn't believe that I totally cut myself off from the modern life.

Oh well. Now I am 'back in the saddle again': you can reach me.

But what touches me is something handwritten and old, like this letter. It's funny, too, in an almost black humor way - it was written in 1944, in Italy, and it directly alludes to a not so remote possibility of getting wounded.

Incredibly enough, this piece was one of the biggest hits during my work exhibition at MASP: you'd think people are in too much of a hurry to pay attention to details, but in fact, this letter picked their curiosity...

No more handwritten letters for me: back to the email world. Lots of things to catch up on.

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