One day Tara wakes up and realises that she is living the 18th of November again… And that she is the only one. She tries to explain this to her husband, who starts the day in disbelief, then believes it, and finally forgets everything the next morning because for him, it is the first time he is living this 18th of November. From then on, everything is possible, and we will spend a whole year, 365 times, on Tara’s 18th of November. This work is a meditative, overwhelming experience. How do you live as a couple when you are in two different timelines? What is the exact meaning of time? Are days different just because of the day or because of our moods and thoughts? So many questions with so many different answers. This is the first of several volumes, only the second is translated in English, but I am hooked. It is an incredible journey of the mind.
“Our love has always been microscopic. It is something in the cells, some molecules, some compounds outside of our control, which collide in the air around us, sound waves that form unique harmonies when we speak, it happens at the atomic level or that of even smaller particles. There are no precipices or distances in our relationship. It is something else, a sort of cellular vertigo, a sort of electricity or magnetism, or maybe it’s a chemical reaction, I don’t know. It is something that occurs in the air between us, a feeling that is heightened when we are in each other’s company. Maybe we are a weather system condensation and evaporation: we are together, we look at one another, we touch one another, we condense, we come together, we make love, we fall asleep, we wake and revert to our strange bond, a quiet weather system with no natural disasters. Or a weather system which, until the eighteenth of November saw no disasters.”
Original Title : Om udregning af rumfang I
Translated from Danish