blah blah: on connection

When I'm secluding myself and starting to feel I might as well live in solitude like a monk, phone calls and e-mails come in offering me chances for reconnection. And I realize we are never alone; we could never be, because we could never survive without being connected to someone else.

The umbilical cord is cut off when we're born to the world, and maybe that's why we cry, for it's our first experience of separation. We keep creating cords as we live on, though, connecting with more people, and if some of them are fragile and disappear after a certain period of time, others remain, never breaking, even when we wish them to. I guess that's what's incredible and crucifying at the same time about life.