“The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not.”
I agree that blue is the color of solitude. Today I went on a roof to take pictures of the sky and found myself doing exactly what Rebecca descried when walking on the beach. I lost track of time and became immersed in the vastness of the sky and the smallness of the city. From afar, the big becomes small and the small becomes big. The crowded city becomes tiny and quiet, while my sensations and thoughts become bigger and more clear.
“With that long line of footprints unfurling behind me, I couldn’t get literally lost but I lost track of time, becoming lost in that other way that isn’t about dislocation but about the immersion where everything else falls away.”
When looking at the world from afar, I am able to relax because as I become overwhelmed by the vastness of the sky, the amount of lights and buildings, I realize how small I am. There is no time to think about my little anxieties, there’s only time to watch the sky as it changes color before my eyes.