Language is a song of loose coins, spilling down
from the fountains. Then bells of the Duomo ring
out over Firenze.
Don’t let anyone tell you anything is separate in this world.
Low tide and all we hear
is the whale’s terrible breathing,
its body drying out
The distinct nothingness of my life
suddenly seems glorious,
a particle of dust dancing in the light
beside eight billion others
Based on a 150-word poem by Ron Koertge, “Negative Space” is a short animated film that depicts a father-and-son relationship through the art of packing a suitcase.
I find this to be such a comforting notion, that if we listen carefully, we can remember things we knew before we were born.
Sweet friend, hear me. There will always be trouble.