Now...(To Puslu)
For my cat Puslu who passed away 2 weeks after I posted this... It is night now. And I am writing in the silence of others. At night one perceives more deeply the immobility of objects. The lamp, the bed, the photographs lying on my desk. I am writing you surrounded by this immobility, the sound of my hand caressing the paper being the only noise breaking the invisible quietness. There are moments in our lives that contain more than just a moment. Sometimes a whole life, like the moment of becoming butterfly of a larva, or the moment when a whole hi(story) flashes as images passing in front of closing eyes. But sometimes another impression of life, its mysterious structure, its timeless beauty, is contained in a moment, like a mixture of vegetables compressed in a can. At those moments one experiences something rather unusual, even frightening a bit. It is a feeling of unnameable joy, of invisible connection with everything surrounding you, of perfect harmony and peace wit...