day 8 of 50: shattered goodbye.

Jacqueline: tired, so tired, so goddamn exhausted, shattered & tired Amichai: Every separation is a little death. Life shatters, sometimes unfixable, like a broken glass. Don’t talk to me of glass half full when the hug goodbye is strong and final. The sound of the zipper of the luggage of the lover leaving at the […]

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Day 7 of 50: Life through a Single Lens.

Jacqueline: of course I’m short-sighted Amichai: Imagine looking at the world through a single lens, forgetting that the glasses are actually broken and that once both lenses were as one, as, perhaps, all things are meant to be? How long has it been, this seeing the world through the lens of being solitary, single? A […]

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6 0f 50: Relic on the beach (what can I leave behind?)

day 6 of 50: Relic on the beach Jacqueline: broken wooden moulding from the foot of my great-grandfather’s bureau. Amichai: What about the pieces of our past? What of our legacy to keep and what’s worth shedding? My mother framed her great grandfather’s beautiful scarf, but that’s all we have. On my father’s side – […]

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