[Notes] breathing: a way of remembering by Parnab M

this email may not be coherent as everything else around us.

it is an elegy, if nothing else to the passing.

Content below could be disturbing for uncertainty and beauty may sometimes appear morbid.

let’s start our journey with a reading from 1978, by Susan Sontag.

moving on observe these paintings slowly, closely. They transpire.

along with the soundtrack, and the inimitable writings of a wanderer.

“If this were so; if the desert were ‘home’; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert – then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal’s imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.”

”Aboriginal Creation myths tell of the legendary totemic beings who had wandered over the continent in the Dreamtime, singing out the name of everything that crossed their path – birds, animals, plants, rocks, waterholes – and so singing the world into existence. . . . Each totemic ancestor, while travelling through the country, was thought to have scattered a trail of words and musical notes along the line of his footprints . . . these Dreaming-tracks lay over the land as ‘ways’ of communication between the most far-flung tribes…