#timeregained

Cecilia Edefalk in Time Regained curated by Louis-Philippe Van Eeckhoutte at carlier | gebauer  (Berlin, Germany)

Edi Rama in Time Regained curated by Louis-Philippe Van Eeckhoutte at carlier | gebauer  (Berlin, Germany)

Thomas Schütte in Time Regained curated by Louis-Philippe Van Eeckhoutte at carlier | gebauer  (Berlin, Germany)

“Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer's work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader's recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book's truth.” #MarcelProust, #TimeRegained #InSearchofLostTime #graphicclassics • I am in love with this graphical adaption of In Search of Lost Time. It captures the feel of the author so well. • Have you read anything from Marcel Proust? • Swipe left to see the cover of the book and zoom in to see the picture of a wonderful library.

And here, perhaps none too soon, is my final photo from my #cubatravel. I include my initial description and thoughts surrounding it below; they were written on the flight that returned me to the U.S.: I'm sitting on this plane, ruminating over my final pictures from the trip among some other pressing things, still a little weepy by the surprise farewell my older cousins gave me. On that my last night in Cuba, they took me to the town theatre to see "a classical symphony performed by an orchestra from the USA" - the Bard College Symphony Orchestra, it turned out. In what has to be one of the most striking instances of I-shit-you-not happenstance in my life, the coolest most illest-looking bat I've ever seen swooped down from the rafters and over the violinists' heads as they played the William Tell Overture before darting stage left out of sight. But I would've been struck by I-shit-you-not-ness even without that, because I couldn't help but think how surreal it was, sitting in that 127-year-old (and barely altered) theatre that because of a curse of destiny is a destination that, until recently, I imagined I'd only ever reach in dreams alone. And that I was listening to a group of American students. After that we went back home and popped a bottle of cider and talked about how much fun it is to make up for lost time. I never knew that before. Loss can be so intimidating at times, and hope so meager. And then a day comes when the tides turn and there it is, easy and effortless as picking up an interrupted conversation and finding it no less fascinating, or pressing "Play" on a paused song and being transported as far as music has ever lifted you. Some losses, anyway. For the others, there's always that Hope thing. But man, what a very, truly, powerfully, worthy thing it is. #lolitapoptravels #cienfuegos #raices #onhope #cubanamerican #theend #cuba #travel #motherland #timelost #timeregained (at Teatro Tomás Terry)