Singularis
Sometimes I feel singular.
Not necessarily lonely.
It's more of a detached feeling.
It is as if I am an observer and not actually participating in this reality.
This feeling happens in a crowd or when I am the only person around. The physical space between the other humans and me is irrelevant; they can be within inches or miles away.
I am far away from them, observing them as one would watch ants collecting food.
Even if the other bodies brush up against mine as I move through the crowd,
I exist in a different reality.
The image is a photo by Marco Iozzi. To me it conveys a sense of peaceful solitude. From this viewpoint it is far away from the others. Yet, if the photo had been taken from another viewpoint it joins their group. Of course art is about interpretation. Each person will see it differently, from their own singularity.








