I was watching this video last night, and I couldn’t help but thinking that if someone was able to see inside my brain, it would look exactly like Anthony Pisano’s home/exhibit/hoarding episode. All the random trinkets. The things that have no meaning but are taking up a lot of space, wrapped around the things that mean the most but get lost under all the other junk. Yup, this metaphor is very astute and on target.
Pisano sits outside his apartment in the East Village and just waits for people to come and talk to him. His entire life is built around having conversations with people, and I feel connected to him in some way for that. I can appreciate living a life that’s timeline is based on going from one conversation to another.
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