On Curating _ |art|SPACE [2012-2014]

The AAU |art|SPACE photo-mapping [2012-2014]

Epigraph:  the lyre in me

 

(photo from the Borrowed Instructions launching at the |art|SPACE on October 6, 2012)

BORROWED INSTRUCTIONS

Feature artist: Iliya Ansky (IL/CZ)

Curator/co-artist/concept: Natasha Kirshina (RU/CZ)

Flux-box_look-out wrap art nopussy riot

DREAMING IN THE LIGHT

Feature artist: Teresa Marie Tipton (US/CZ)

Curator: Natasha Kirshina (RU/CZ)

Guest artists: Ken Nash (CZ/US), Hanne Lippard (DE/UK/NO)

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STRANGER GETS A GIFT

Curator: Cristina Maldonado (MX/CZ)

Production/curatorial assistant: Natasha Kirshina (RU/CZ)

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SEDMIKRASKY   |TRANSLATIONS IN COLOR|

Curator and concept: Natasha Kirshina (RU/CZ)

In collaboration with Diffraction Lecture Series

(Dustin Breitling (US/CZ), Casey Karr (US/CZ))

Screenings featuring:

Цвет Граната (Color of Pomegranates) (S. Parajanov, AM) 1969

Sedmikrasky (Daisies) (V. Chytilova, CZ) 1966

Le Ballon Rouge (The Red Balloon)  (A. Lamorisse, FR) 1956

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(the last three photographs are courtesy of Nikoloz Bolkvadze)

On getting a minor in psychology and esoteric studies, or What 6, 5 years at a university Library have taught me

To all my “charmed” and “librarians”

[a bookmark for 133.5 HEW]

 I’m just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. It’s just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.

Morticia Addams (“The Addams Family”, 1991)

Over the past several years, basically ever since I started working as a library assistant at the university library, I often got a suspicious or, at times, quite a bewildered reaction from my friends (or from people who I had met my stretched over 10 years, by now, extended educational experience). Deceived by the general idea they had of a place like library, they couldn’t quite comprehend – what is it one could really learn there? Sitting at my desk and checking books in and out? What have I been doing there all this time, except for collecting dust on both the library shelves and my professional ambitions – not pursuing fully my original intentions of becoming a journalist, writer or curator? I had to argue on the matter far more than once, sometimes losing those arguments. It has been so long, that at times I lost my own explanation and motivation behind the work.

But looking back onto all these long years, full of amazing as well as difficult moments, various personalities I got to work with, I must say – library experience was one of the most educational, as in education-through-experience, in my entire life. A university of a kind on its own, it has showed me all the tints of personalities you get to encounter – both in professional and private sphere. Working with people for that long a period of time in a rather middle-sized community, is a very much binding experience. Library has become a family of sorts, and a comparison coming up in my head is my teenage years’ guilty pleasure – The Charmed series.

You certainly need to possess some witch-craft to maintain the balance of the library, with the amount of various energies coming in and out on a daily basis – students, teachers, friends, anyone. You need to weight out every possible situation and navigate between underestimating and overreacting to each particular interaction. You need to have just the right amount of patience, so that you don’t end up compromising your own emotional state. Each and one of us, “the charmed” of our very charismatic and unique Library, had to learn this craft by experience, because no other education or work experience, at least to my understanding, can fully prepare for that.

And as for our “unity”, I believe the mixture did work at times, gloriously, and we did manage to achieve that crucial balance, for both our visitors and us. We managed to turn the space into more than a space, and a library moving anniversary party last year showed the amount of love the library has evoked over these years (the heart-shaped balloons seemed very appropriate).

I think we have managed to create a place, where people are longing to come to – and not just because of our wonderful collection, which each and every one of us has contributed to by suggestions and considerations.

I have rarely in my life have met people that devoted to what they are doing and to their surroundings, people who truly consider library as their second home. And how else could it be, if that is where all of us have spent at least half of our time, over these years?

I got to learn a lot from them – in terms of professionalism, devotion, attention to detail, general care for their occupation and for people. All the people I have worked with made a very intense impression on me, and have played an important role in my professional – and personal development.

The most illustrative of that would be the theme of astrology and psychological observations, which each of us have mastered over the years. Having such strong and important interaction on every day basis with each other (and all of us have been very vivid, very distinct and “present”, emotionally, personalities) – but also, interacting with dozens of people of various backgrounds (cultural, social, educational, professional) – I can truly say, you cannot get far without some awareness of psychological nuances, and even – astrological insights.

This is where “librarians”, as a newly coined term, comes about: once, in the midst of our friendly exchange of observations on each other’s personality traits, we had a student come in. Jokingly, one of us said, looking at the student’s account in the library checking-in-and-out system: “I can see, you are a Libra!” And then another one of us (or maybe that was the student?) said – well we are all here Librarians. That seems to be the most characteristic and catchy name mapping the quality needed for balancing a library. Or, at least, our university library.

No wonder, when one of us, who worked with us for a couple of years then, was about to leave, and we needed to “replace” her with a new study assistant, our search (which, by the way, go over 50 people interested in the position!) turned into almost existential process, and stretched over a few weeks. It did matter, to all of us, this was more than just finding someone who would be good at the job – we needed a suitable personality. Someone who not only examines a great understanding of nuances of the work itself, but who also fits into our colorful and complex personality blend.

Later, when another one of us, who worked at the library for over 7 years (if I am not mistaken) made up her mind to move on to new possibilities, that felt like the end of an era, to me at least. Having accepted me there as a protégé of a kind back in 2008, when I was a fresh new student, 20 years old, with almost no prior working experience, she helped me to shape my own work-place personality, taught me so much of what she had learnt herself, mostly by experience. And despite certain acute differences and the way our personalities could bounce of one another, she became a very important figure in my life, and I look back with gratitude and smile on her presence in my life.

Indeed, this library becomes so dependent on the individual creativity and personality of each and every of its employees, that any change in the team brings about a significant shift in the “library discourse”, or speaking more down to Earth, changes the facial expression of library’s face.

What stays same, through the years, is the spirit of care and understanding towards the world and each other – or at least, the attempts to understand each other never seize. We also are eternally the “heart” of the university, or a “love boat”, as we were affectionately christened by one of our long-term friends and colleagues.

I could spend a lot of time recalling particular life lessons, which I have gained throughout my librarian career, from interactions with other librarians or the outside world. But I would like to go back to the esoteric knowledge and psychology, as a common theme for those lessons, and here I bring about a find from the sociology and psychology section of the library collection, with Astrology for Beginners (An Easy Guide to Understanding & Interpreting Your Chart) by W.W.Hewitt.

The book is organized in a very coherent and easy-to-browse way, where you can look up a particular information relevant to your sun, moon, ascendant or different houses that any solar system planet was in at the moment of your birth.

It does add a bit of insight to analyzing (learning how to communicate best to) people, or sort of adjust to their communication styles. Of course, this is most important for people you get to know well, your colleagues mostly, but also to take that knowledge home and apply to people you are interacting elsewhere.

I do feel like this information is a part of private business of any person – and without one’s consent it is hard to map the whole star picture, since only knowing a person’s hour and place of birth, one can get his ascendant.

But in fact, the knowledge of one’s Moon seems to be more interesting, in a deeper understanding of one’s personal traits, and that can be defined just by the date of birth, since Moon is changing its position only as often as every month, and this is what we find on the page 64 of the book:

Next to the Sun, the Moon is the most personal of all planets and has great effect on a person…The Moon shows where your strong emotional attachments are…The Moon’s position in the chart also indicates how the public will react to the person. The Moon affects moods, memory, and subconscious thoughts.

This is applicable to all the signs, although for some Moon acts stronger, and for some weaker, apparently. Not to disclose anyone else’s private constellations situation, I will talk for myself, and my Moon – in Pisces. I will quote the passage from Astrology for Beginners:

This is an exceptionally strong psychic position. These people are very sensitive and emotional. This Moon position is associated with outstanding artistic, musical, or poetic ability. Because of their sensitivity, these people become easily hurt by the words and actions of others. Sometimes they become neurotic and psychotic. Sometimes they are extremely timid.

 I must admit, this description is a rather accurate observation, and a couple of friends I have, who share their Moon-in-Pieces with me, are very much like that. This can be to a benefit, as people are very perceptive of each other, but at times can create excessive tension and explosions.

I used to be way more skeptical of all the astrological infatuations of people around me, but I have to say – there is truth to it, and there is a point in paying attention to it.

 

And perhaps, one of the most important “business” life lessons I have received from my library, is that not every experience comes with a price tag on, but every memorable and valuable comes with a variety tea bag affirmation tags 😉

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Cut-Outs – Intro Take 2

Let’s talk about what to talk about. All of the topics are something I care about and have personal experience with, or what I have been researching in one way or another.

First, I want to talk about the global urban reality. I have mostly lived in big or medium-sized European cities (and also traveled to a number of them), so this is what I can very much relate to. I have been living within an expatriate reality for a significant chunk of my life to this day, ever since I graduated from teen aging. This puts a different spin on understanding of what you are, where you belong,  – or more like how you never belong anywhere. It also affects your every day life and your relationships in a way other people might find hard to fully understand. I have also met a lot of people with similar type of experience, so somewhere in my memory I store a lot of expat/immigrant/non-belonging stories, and would love to get to know more of them. Let’s call this LONG-TERM CUT-OUTS: that’s what we essentially are, people with the blurred idea of home for a long time, not really a part of any society.

Photography has been not just a hobby but also at times a saving raft. I have used the lenses of my two cameras as both means for getting closer to people and shying away from interaction with them, story of an introvert’s life I guess. I want to share my photo-travels as well as my infatuation with analogue photography, and why I think it is not ready to die out with all the variety of digital alternatives coming about. Photo-journalism and documentary photography will be a significant part of this, since that is the way to make a social and active stand with your imagery, document life and communicate it to people of all languages and cultures, going beyond place and time. This will be my PRAKTIKA CUT-OUTS, dedicated to my most favorite one-eyed friend.

There is no one way of looking at things, and I personally always like to read about what other people saw in the places I have been to myself (not to mention places I only dream to visit), and perhaps footnote something I could not even think of. I would like to share my own insight into the places I have been lucky to see, and hopefully will get to see in the future in  THE MOVEABLE FEAST[1] CUT-OUTS.

“On curating” is the title of Hans Ulricht Obrist’s book of interviews with the major curators of the contemporary art world. I will gladly borrow this simple head for my “cut-outs” of art impressions and curatorial experience I have collected over the past few years. This could include all sorts of curating – exhibition, film, music reviews, as part of the ON CURATING CUT-OUTS. This section will embrace my interest in and favor of avant-garde art of all sorts, but not only.

For the past 6,5 years, basically ever since I came to Prague, my life has been vastly connected with the life of one very charismatic library, the one of Anglo-American University. Wherever I go, this experience will stay with me, as librarians are never discarded, they can only be re-shelved 😉 Here goes the section of BOOKMARK CUT-OUTS – on the books I have discovered along my librarian’s journey – as part of the library collection or beyond.

The interest I have developed for the past year and a half lies in combination and intersection of neurology and psychology. Again, some personal experience and research combined, I feel like I have something to share and raise an issue of here, and I feel like it is the right time and place for it, as part of my BRAINSTORM CUT-OUTS.

(Accidentally, this is also the name of one of my favorite bands, Latvian pop-indie-electronic rock collective, which I would love to share with you ;)).

Words – they are everywhere, mingling and jumping upon one another in the endless mix of the languages we hear, speak, think in. Making transition from the previous section of “cut-outs” with the reflection on psycholinguistics, here comes my long-term interest in languages, translating and poetry, as one of the most charming way to use language. And of course, the expatriate experience again, with mixing languages in a truly bizarre mix, on being tri-lingual in the every day life, for both adults and little ones. TWIST&TONGUE CUT-OUTS, for all of you, language and poetry buffs, and don’t be hard on me. Let’s have a coke with you[2].

Or maybe, let’s have a coffee instead? 😉 A bit of a light feature and the guilty pleasure of oh so many European-bond people: coffee places. I don’t even want to try to calculate how much I spend yearly on coffee – but on the other hand, I don’t spend much on wine or beer! In my COFFEE SPILL-OUTS I would like to talk about the memorable coffee places I have been to across Europe, and try to describe the unique atmosphere of each of them. When I feel connected to a place, I try to return to it, so most places in that list I have been to at least twice. This would be the metaphoric third, nostalgic return. With photos, of course.

 

One of my recent interests lies in – attention – cooking! And baking. There is a bit of chemistry in it, and that was one technical subject I was decent at and liked in high school. As my granddad’s biography says, his own grandfather was managing a pastry shop, so maybe that is these genes speaking? After all, this grandfather was a journalist, so the writing is after him. I want to talk about healthy-cooking and baking, gluten-free, vegan and tasty! I am only a beginner on that grand kitchen journey (almost wrote on the grand oven journey, but that invites a morbid reference, given mentioning of Sylvia Plath in the previous note, so no..;-)). And this is where I would really appreciate inputs in commentaries (although that goes for any of the cut-outs, really). To make a pun, let’s bend the concept of the notes titling: these are going to be COOKIE CUTTERS-OUT.

I am a girl after all, so there has to be a place for fashion and all that jazz. Earrings, dresses, shoes- all of it, but wrapped into cultural and social connotations and interconnections, bien sûr. Everything is about culture, and style of clothing is the way we represent ourselves. The old ever-known truth, so let’s make a take on it in the HIGH CUT-OUTS (an attempt of a high-brow take on the low-cuts and not only ;))

The one theme that I don’t think I can or have a right to avoid – political situation back in my country, Russia – will take space for my GIVE PEACE A CHANCE CUT-OUTS. This will reflect a bit on the Internet-based independent  media resources in contemporary Russia as well as analysis of the Western overview of the situation inside the country as well as its position in regard to the rest of the world. The insider position of a Russian native speaker, still a citizen of the country (although of a long-term expatriate to Europe by choice, at the same time) hopefully adds some insight to what I have to say on this. My experience with working for independent media portals, such as Transitions Online in Prague, will hopefully help as well.

The final straw. I am very much about borrowing. (Aren’t we all?) I would like to have a number of my “cut-outs” dedicated to inspirations – people I admire in this or that way, and who have influenced me or continue to do so, in the BORROWED INSTRUCTIONS CUT-OUTS, echoing our curatorial collective & traveling exhibition title.

Good luck to me, with all those plans, you may think (understandably skeptical of the volume of these intentions). As Seymour wrote in his letter to Buddy (always quoting the favorites):

Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.

I will take this on my account this time, as a “волшебный пендель»[3] type of thing, an inspirational push towards action. It is 5.30 am in the morning. Let’s roll with the dawning day.

[1] A reference to the title of Ernest Hemingway’s memoir published posthumously about his youth in Paris in 1920s

[2] A reference to Frank O’Hara’s most famous poem “Having a coke with you” from 1960

[3]  This idiom in Russian means something similar to the English “magic kick”

“One Decisive Moment” , or a note on political idealism and Russian protest spirit

As to what I have to do in Moscow now, that is the function of a kamikaze.

Boris Nemtsov (from an interview with The Times)

Funny enough, I have almost omitted the political theme from the “cut-outs”, when first sat down to map my topics and interests. Somehow, despite the worsening situation back home (both in politics and economics) for the past year, especially with the war in Ukraine going on, I thought of concentrating on more “light” features or simply other issues, more pressing for me personally. But, no. This can’t be – everything is interconnected with politics, and in fact avant-garde art that I fancy so much is often blended with expression of active political stands and is aimed at making a social impact.

In fact, it is probably fairly impossible to just close one’s eyes and think of metaphorical snowdrops making their way to the newly born March sun, without acknowledging the mess we all are in, politically. A spring in Prague cannot be just about the blooming cherry trees – the very words Prague spring imply the ever-present social and political context of the 1968 reference.

I was awaken from my winter relative political sleep by the dreadful news which reached me on Saturday morning – Boris Nemtsov was killed, in the heart of Moscow, when crossing the bridge 200 meters away from the Sauron’s eye of the Russian totalitarian Mordor, Kremlin (I bet this comparison must have been made before, and not once). This came as the “one decisive moment” for my expression of political stands, I guess. Although I so wish it didn’t come about this way.

There is a lot to say, or just to shed tears about. I did, at least. This was a young, enthusiastic, honest, passionate man. He was 55, and that is just how old my dad is turning today. He was of the generation of the 90s, which was a tumultuous, controversial, a bit scary, a bit crazy, but definitely – way more liberal time in Russia. It was then that independent professional journalism did exist on Russian TV, it was then that people had a belief in a better, democratic future, this was a time of failing idealists. But better fail on the way to the truth, rather than stay solid and unshakeable within a totalitarian lie.

I have only used my right of a Russian citizen to vote once, soon after I turned 18, in the parliamentary elections of 2006. I was voting for the Alliance of the Right Forces (don’t mistake this for right as in nationalistic), Nemtsov’s party at the time. Unfortunately, not having coordinated their positions, Nemtsov and another liberal leader (of Iabloko party) Grigoriy Iavlinsky, lost their chance to get into parliament, as they entered elections separately and neither got more than 1,5 percent of votes, as far as I remember.

Last year I went to see The Putin Games, a documentary film by Alexander Gentelev, about what happened to Sochi and how the last year’s Winter Olympic Games irreversibly damaged what used to be the loveliest Russian resort city on the Black Sea shore, as well as ruined the lives of many of its inhabitants. Nemtsov, who was born in Sochi and was passionate about his city, just as he was passionate about whatever and whoever he cared for, gave interviews for that film. That was one of many of his efforts of sharing the truth, out loud, to the West or back home, anywhere really. He was one of those “voices of consciousness”, what they called Politkovskaya before.

For many of his friends and followers he was just a great and decent man, and their personal loss is enormous. To me he was a symbol of the failing but unwearying idealism. His death is like a bell ringing, making the gut shiver – what is going to happen in this reality, when the voice of opposition is once again doomed? John Donne’s famous lines resonate:

Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

However – I would like to turn this into a note of hope. If something is going to save Russia, it is this naïve at times, but passionate idealism of those few enthusiasts who in this or that way have been changing the history of the country at its critical, decisive moments.

In August of 1991 during what gained the name of “Putsch” (or Soviet coup d’état attempt), with tanks entering The Red Square and a group of hard-core communists threating Gorbachev liberal-minded reforms and when there was a real threat of reverting everything back to the morass of the 1980s, a huge number of caring individuals (I can’t name it a crowd, to avoid the thoughtless mass connotation of this word) came to the Red Square to preserve the White House from the Putsch attempt.

Those were all sorts of intelligent and truly patriotic (careful with the term!) people: musicians, intelligentsia, liberally inclined representatives of that society in flux, basically. In Piter (Petersburg) there was a massive gathering at the Palace Square too – and my dad was there. He had 2 little kids at home (my brother was 9 and me 3) and my grandma was hell worried, but he went out there, because he could not not come. Simple as that. When he was telling me this story he could not help but reminisce about how his dad (the WWII and Leningrad Blockade veteran) couldn’t hide being proud, his pride in my dad overshadowing the worry. And I am proud too.

The point is – you ought to have a civic stand, if you care. Yes, I am an expatriate, by choice, yes I am not living the everyday Russian reality, and haven’t been for quite some time already – but, I still care and then I cannot not say these things. If I was in Piter last weekend, I would be among the thousands marching against the war in Ukraine and commemorating Nemtsov. Some of my friends were, with kids even.

I want to live in reality, where this is considered a normal thing to do, not a hard choice, but an easy one, the one at heart of every thinking, caring, responsible person. And where one doesn’t fear to voice their stand. Where everyone lives in a mindset of “я не боюсь” (“I do not fear”), which became one of the most catchy and characteristic slogans of the March 1 protests, as well as twitter hashtags. Imagine all the people…

And then maybe we could get to the reality where the “atmosphere of hatred” cannot emerge, and people don’t get 4 bullets in their back in front of their girlfriends. (John Lennon analogy on one of the twitter comments seemed pretty appropriate).

To the freedom of speech, to the responsibility to have an active civil stand, to the unbreakable (hopefully) idealism of those who care – I raise my glass tonight! And to my dad, who is turning 55 today, and who has always been my example in all those qualities.

I will conclude this post with the words of Vladimir Mayakovsky, a high profile in the Russian blend of idealism, political involvement and great artistic talent – and my dad’s and mine favorite poet:

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight.
One must snatch gladness from the days that are.
In this life
it’s not difficult to die.
To make life
is more difficult by far.

 

 

“Message Personnel”, or Why Here and Now

 

“If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.”

Anais Nin

I guess it would make some sense to start with why I am starting this blog and why it is happening now. I have had ideas of writing about this and that ever since 2009, but all the few attempts I made of consistently saving the fragments of my thoughts on some platform inevitably failed, making me think I am not really “cut out” for blogging. But as they say, it is all about motivation. Also, a friend once told me that one writes because one “cannot not write” – a simple formula, yet at that time I could not really understand it. It is not always easy to write. In fact, sometimes it s exhaustingly difficult to start – that was my experience with some essays for MA program in the past.

It seems that now I not only have the urge to, but also a number of things I want to say something about. I don’t need to ponder over what it should be about, because there are things I want to talk about, or need to, if you may, and it feels natural and easy. At least the idea of it does.

The blog is called Sedmikrasky/Cut-Outs, and it reflects in a way the all-over-the-place nature of it, which has always been my problem, as it has been hard to focus on one thing. But it seems like a damn good idea to try to turn your weakness into strength, and in some ways I did manage to do that before, so why the hell not!

For non-Prague-locals, Sedmikrasky is a title of the late Vera Chytilova’s New Wave masterpiece, but also in Russian “sedmikraska” would stand for “цветик-семицветик “, a magic flower of all possible colors. That seems to be a metaphor for what I am going to attempt – and also reflect my infatuation with colors and their variety.

Cut-Outs is a bow towards the latest period of Henri Matisse’s work, which I was lucky to witness in an exhibition in Tate Modern last year. Not only was I fascinated with the innovative idea of working with paper and scissors the way Matisse was doing, but also, mostly, I was thrilled with the strength of his spirit. Matisse was recovering from cancer and a complicated surgery, which left him handicapped, he was hitting his 8th decade – and yet, he found power and inspiration for doing some of his most innovative work. This uplifting example can help one pull through down-times of their own, at least as a sort of an inspirational light-house in the distance. Here, I will attempt to make “cut-outs” of my own – from all the variety of intersecting topics that life offers, and in the collage manner of combining different languages – verbal and visual, in the first place.

As an expat (or immigrant, this word seems to be more accurate and doesn’t bring that care-free connotation to it) and someone who at least has attempted speaking a number of different languages, has studied linguistics and semiotics and fancies translation and the complex universe of meanings transcending cultural differences, it seems natural to me to dedicate part of my cut-outs to that. And also, ideally, I will try to do this bi-lingual, and write a Russian version for my posts (although that might take me longer to get to). One must not forget one’s roots, right.

And a final intro note, on inspiration. Well, I must say that an example of someone else doing something often pushes us towards action more than mere contemplating. My close and long-term friend Olya has been writing her Livejournal blog for years, and reading her latest entries few days ago, I realized – I love this possibility to get into her head in this way. It still remains personal, but it is also more like reading one’s diary. And that can be an amazing type of reading – just think Anne Frank, Anais Nin, Sylvia Plath – to name a couple of stunning examples from the history of excellent diary writing.

All of the writers above were women too. Interesting, hm? Maybe there is something woman-like in this ability and desire to write about things so personally. (Okay, okay, I am not making any feminist statements here).

The day I sat down to line up my ideas and thoughts on what I could blog about, it was George Harrison’s birthday, surprise surprise. I haven’t felt so inspired and actively thinking in a long while, so I am absolutely taking it for George sending me his magic vibes. Thank you, from the material world 😉 All things must pass, but first let’s talk about them.

Holden Caulfield said: “Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

But you are not going to all disappear, are you?