ON SOLAR ECLIPSE
EY:
(text in the comic that Eugenia sent:)
Here is a thought: today, so many people will be looking at the sun. We will be doing this around the same time (more or less), albeit in different locations.
We will be waiting for something grand together — our eyes pointed at the sky, our paper glasses hooked on our noses. We will share this moment with million of strangers who we will never end up meeting.
When the moment is over, we will go our separate ways and continue with the rest of our lives.
SKW:
I love this thought, I thought about the same too— the celestial event brought the most human nature of our being to the surface and made us realized that we are humans, not designers, not bus drivers, not waitresses, not engineers— just humans, nothing less and nothing more.
The cross of path between the moon and the sun becomes the cross of path between us humans too. For a moment we are briefly one human that overlaps. When the moment is over, we go our separate ways just like the sun and the moon, continuing on their own paths.
While there’s an eclipse happening astronomically, a metaphorical eclipse is happening on the land of earth.
EY:
This is so poetic- that is exactly the message I wanted to convey. We are all creatures and humans of the Earth, witnessing the same phenomenon, even if our lives will never meet. We all shared this memory here at the same time, and that is enough to connect us.