Monday, June 20, 2005
"After the Night and the Music"
There's a passage in a play I saw recently where an old woman is talking about her late husband, and remembering the things that she liked about him and the things she didn't. And she talks about how the difference between being alone and being with someone you love is not 2 minus 1 equals 1, but more like 1 and 1 equals 1,000 or a million, even: because when you're with someone else, you can create a world that feels so much bigger than just the single value of yourselves added up. It wasn't a stellar play, and this is a pretty basic sort of sentiment, which I'm probably remembering incorrectly, but I've been thinking about how it gets at something I've been feeling a lot recently.