THE GIFT OF RUPTURE
A news clip caught my eye this morning while I was sipping my coffee. Headline read, "Boy's wrapped birthday gift is dad back from Iraq". The picture of the gift box had a giant gash in the center, through which you could see the dad – who’d hatched a plan to hide out in this 4-foot-tall box when he learnt that his leave would coincide with his son's birthday.
And I thought, tearing apart the wrapping of a present is also a rupture of space. It's an oxymoron, because it's an act of rupture that bonds humans, using physical form to express an exchange of emotions.
Set in the backdrop of the Rupture of Political Relations manifest in the Rupture of War, with the Rupture of Separation, what must the rupture of this gift-wrapping have felt like?
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