“We have no need for other worlds. We need mirrors. We are only seeking man.”
– Stanislaw Lem, Solaris; “The Little Apocrpyha.”
This isn’t a calculated outfit at all; I simply put on this black dress with this t-shirt and liked the necklines together, so I took pictures. Clearly, this is what one wears when kicking back on the spaceship, while orbiting Solaris.
(Solaris, in its triptych of forms, is probably my favorite work of science fiction. I am reminded of it all the time – the light in a room, an outfit. An attempt to communicate with a man.)
I can’t say anything about alien life. Insofar as my fellow humans are concerned, however, it has always been my firm belief that any attempt to communicate genuinely to your fellow beings – and to permit oneself the freedom to be affected in turn – is one of the most transcendent and valiant acts a person may undertake.
But what do I know of the transcendent, besides the compass of my own heart – which betrays me, with some reliability. As the hearts of others betray me, too. No matter, though; despite the fact that I try to keep one finger firmly on the pulse of unconditional love, I suppose it’s always possible:
“In his endless search for truth, man is condemned to knowledge; everything else is bullshit.”