There are days when everything I see seems to me charged with meaning: messages it would be difficult for me to communicate to others, define, translate into words, but which for this very reason appear to me decisive. They are announcements or presages that concern me and the world at once: for my part, not only the external events of my existence but also what happens inside, in the depths of me; and for the world, not some particular event but the general way of being of all things. You will understand therefore my difficulty in speaking about it, except by allusion.
I saw this picture on Google and it made me think of Calvino’s novel. The Reader seems as if he’s on a scavenger hunt to finish all these different novels he starts reading but always finds himself in a different novel.
After rereading the novel, the ending of the novel ended unexpectedly with the Reader last minutely decided to marry Ludmilla to have a “happy” ending like all novels using marriage as an ending. However, the ending almost sounded like it was the beginning of the actual novel rather than the end. I think that every story does not necessarily have an ending because readers will always wonder what will happen next or what can happen after an ending, just like in movies. It seems as if there is always a sequel to a story or movie.
As I was reading “Patchwork,” I first thought about the way the world works. After reading some more, I pictured cloth, patterns, and cotton surrounding the speaker. This painting that I found sort of represents what the speaker is thinking as she just sits all night making craft or art out of sewing and stitching. The woman in the painting looks like she is thinking.
Towards the end, I started connecting the patching and stitching to what the speaker first thought of in the beginning. I came up with the connection that everything in the universe is somehow connected and “fit” together like a quilt. The universe is made up of all different shapes and sizes.