"É a chuva chovendo,
é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março,
é o fim da canseira"

One of the first guideline's that a child hears is, "No one will know you better than yourself." And children will eagerly take that at face value, ready to tackle the understanding when they're older and begin to second-guess themselves. It is then that we start to think that that just might be the farthest from the truth.

We look around each other in search for meaning we can grasp in our hands.

Evelina looks for herself in the eyes of those around her, but all she finds is other people looking right back into her own, questing for the same thing. Eventually, she finds solace in this, because, as she understands it, this is the basic level of human on human interaction. It creates a string tying every one person, to every other.

These strings cross and twist and tangle, but they're trustworthy in the sense that they will always keep us together. We are allowed to depend on these strings to keep us connected, because as each string travels through person after person, it will always reach back to you, creating not a circle, but a matrix- a network of relations.

This is our world, and we're slipping in a neurotic fashion like trainers in mud puddles. It is imperative that we realize our hold on each other- to stop searching so fervently, and start finding.


"It's the rain raining,
It's the river bank talking
Of the waters of March,
It's the end of the struggle"