new views

Gombrowicz had an idea as comical as it was ingenious: the weight of our self, he said, depends upon the size of the population of the planet. Thus Democritus represented a four-hundred-millionth of humanity; Brahms a billionth; Gombrowizc himself a two-billionth. By that calculation, the weight of the Proustian infinity - the weight of a self, of a self's interior life - becomes lighter and lighter. And in that race towards lightness, we have crossed a fateful boundary

Milan Kundera, The Art of the Novel

this tells me that when I was born, I was the:
4,206,707,997th
person alive on Earth
78,652,435,033rd
person to have lived since history began

aside using lit crit as a crash weight loss diet, I was hoping that the window pane might appear a good motif for the "self's interior life" . At least I hope so.. turned out to be the only picture I took today. oops.