Story by Numbers
Four people gathered indoors.
But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long, close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self: the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.
From David Whyte's Consolations. My dear friend Tim quoted the full passage.
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, And thy right hand shall hold me.
A couple tracks from a playlist. This is the first and last track I remember from the weekend.
pride / Or melancholy's sickly mood, / Still shy of human neighbourhood; / Or guilt, that humbly would express / A penitential loneliness
Made from tickets of concerts I've attended, 2007.
*Martys Party.* Collage made of concert tickets, 2007.