I am taken by the solitude that abounds in the world. Every scene conceals and reveals elements of solitude. And where do the lines lie between solitude and aloneness, between aloneness and loneliness? And the cure for loneliness is solitude according to Marianne Moore. What we have here is a circle of perception/perspective, and how much of our life hinges on how we see what we look at handing us what we see when we look. So that it is all an optical illusion, exposing us to who is looking as much as what is seen. And where do we end and our projections begin? Where does our experience of reality end and reality begin? And Joe Friday’s request, “We just want the facts, ‘mam” asks for the impossible. Where do we stop and the facts start?
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