Thoughts on blue-ity

Another meditation on a colour

I recently came across my copy of Ondaatje’s Divisadero, a book I read multiple times some years ago, but whose only remaining memory is an image of a blue table. “Blue is sky, limitless space and mind,” is the line I recovered today after a little digging. I had retained the line in a slightly different form: “blue like infinite possibility” is how I’ve been carrying in my memory. Wishful thinking, maybe.

Blue shell on the beach in Swansea

I want to read the book again to try to divine the appeal it had for me. I know it came to me at a crossroads time in my life. I know it spoke to me of ways of living well beyond my reach. I know I lost myself in the text because I was longing for new spaces to explore—and when you can’t explore geographically, the words and phrases of a dense text are the next best thing. Depending on who you ask, the here and now may well be the best thing.

All the images in this little photo essay were taken sometime after my preoccupation with Divisadero.