Julie Rafalski

Residency in Joutsa - Day 21

The same beige cardigan with a thick cable knit and brown buttons as my grandmother wore to the garden to pick weeds twenty five years ago- repeats again on a young man in a cafe Helsinki.

Repetition- so many things would be impossible without it- communication, language, civilisation. If we were never able to repeat the words spoken on one day, or recognise the people we met or remember anything, if everything was constantly new all the time, it would be impossible to make meaning of it.