Tout a commencé aux pieds du Jura…
…and at last I’m joining the bloggers’ army too, inspired by the peace of this beautiful region between Switzerland and France, where I’m currently working for some months.
Maybe it sounds strange, me opening a blog. Maybe not. Anyway, I won’t care at all. After a couple of months abroad and on my own, I felt the need of a place where I could fix some impressions and thoughts I have been and will be bearing in mind during this period, and the things I’m realizing about myself, about people, about relationships, about life in general.
Being frequently overwhelmed by the streams of consciousness that I experience while driving in the relaxing countryside over here, while watching the snowy Mont Blanc from the balcony when the morning is clear, while returning home after a nice evening with my mates (when a bit of alcohol brings heavy reflections indeed!), while lingering on the sofa on lazy sunday afternoons, while swimming in the pool, while knowing new people from scratch, I thought it was just a pity to let them flow away with the impetuous waters of the Rhone. Thus, accepting the risk of seeming either gross or naïve, I choose to go catching butterflies, and to pin them down on these pages.
For sure, this effort will be miles away from intellectual honesty, and inevitably relative to my own perception. But, again, I won’t care. I won’t force myself to be original. Neither I’m going to make this place a temple for practicing the cult of my personality. I just want to speak my mind as much as possible, and that’s it.
Before leaving, some Q&A (even if you probably won’t have any questions at all)…
First of all, why writing in English and not in Italian? There are many reasons for that, but maybe the most important one is that I want to make it accessible almost to anyone, including the people I knew here in the CERN-area (let’s call it like this… I’m just pissed off by explaining everytime “yeah I work in Geneva, but precisely I’m not in Switzerland, I actually live in France, very close to the border…”).
Then why “A Modern Sysiphus”? Well… apart from self-referencing (some of you actually know why, and, of course, it occurs also in the subtitle)… I have always been quite keen on Greek Mythology, and many times I find myself feeling much like Sysiphus, carrying this untimely burden up the hill just to see it scramble down again. The world runs faster and faster (at last you got the reference!) and the things you patiently build in time suddenly seem pointless, to a certain extent. And there’s always something beyond, that you cannot catch in all of this, and that everybody else seem to understand very easily. Or maybe they just try. And maybe these pages can be as well a space of rest for Sysiphus, laying down his stone for a moment, ready to start again.
So, see you all at the next stop. Seems to be somewhere, but not here…
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eheh! so, i wait for something more.. seems to be that almost two-week-thoughts should be very thick..
nevertheless, all the space you always needed!
pending..
“L’unica vera sorgente dell’arte è il nostro cuore, il linguaggio di un animo infallibilmente puro. Un’opera che non sia sgorgata da questa sorgente può essere soltanto artificio. Ogni autentica opera d’arte viene concepita in un’ora santa e partorita in un’ora felice, spesso senza che lo stesso artista ne sia consapevole, per l’impulso interiore del cuore”.
Caspar David Friedrich