Thank you for beautiful questions, Penny. Here are my answers.
1. Have you ever gotten lost thinking how it all could just be make-believe?
Yes, all the time, since I was very small, in fact. I often thought that life as I saw it wasn't real and made up my own theories about it. When I was 5 or so, I was eating purplish berries from the juneberry tree bush at our dacha, standing on the rickety bench, and I came up with an idea that when I will grow old, I'll turn around and grow young again, then grow old, and so all those stories about death are nonsense. Another time I was fascinated how I could never look at myself the way other people look at me. I could never get out of my head, so I set upon staring at the mirror and trying to get out of my head. And yet another time when I looked under the bed where my grandmother laid out persimmons on the newspapers to ripen, I thought I saw a sea of them, not just some thirty persimmons, but a whole sea, and I was convinced that my reality was realer than what I saw. I still do it, when I write. I sometimes catch myself thinking that maybe all of it is make-believe, only we each have our own, and I live in mine and show others what it's like through my stories.
2. So many people don't take much notice of other people nor look beyond the presentation placed in front of them. Isn't it a funny world to be a part of?
The sad truth is, unless you have enough space to see other people, you won't. We all carry so much of our own shit that we simply have no space for others. We often don't recognize that by clearing it out we'll stop being blind. That's why those of us who manage to do it get overwhelmed with those who want to be seen. They know you have space for them, and they clamor for it, they are desperate. It's our collective pain, and this pain is part of our life. Perhaps if we didn't take the turn away from hunting and gathering about ten thousand years ago, we wouldn't have developed this blindness because we would've still lived in small 100-150 people tribes where everyone knows everyone and everyone sees everyone. I think artists are like starters of these tribes now. We tell you, "I see you," when we make art. "I see you, and you are part of life, and this is how I see life." It's in our hands to erase blindness.
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