alsemero

Strange how we function at two levels.

We present a face to the world - 'this is who we are' or at least what we want people to think we are and it can change depending on place, other people, circumstances.

Then we have our interior face. Secret and private. How different is this to what we show on the outside? How much do we show?

And though we know that this is human nature, we still find it difficult to imagine the secret and interior workings of another person.

It is intriguing yet, at times, strangely banal. And our expression of these other layers, through poetry and art, never quite captures all that we feel; yet these expressions are often greater and more powerful than we could ever experience at an individual level.

“... utopian moment of travel: when you realise that what seems most unattainably marvellous, most desirable, is what you almost already have, what you could have – if you could only strip away the banality and the corruption of the everyday – at home”

Stephen Greenblatt : Marvellous Possessions