“i read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other people. six degrees of separation between us and everyone else on this planet. the president of the united states, a gondolier in venice, just fill in the names. i find it A) extremely comforting that we’re so close, and B) like chinese water torture that we’re so close because you have to find the right six people to make the right connection… i am bound to everyone on this planet by a trail of six people. it’s not just big names. it’s anyone. a native in a rain forest. a tierra del fuegan. an eskimo. i am bound to everyone on this planet by a trail of six people. it’s a profound thought. how paul found us. how to find the man whose son he pretends to be. or perhaps is his son, although i doubt it. how every person is a new door, opening up into other worlds. six degrees of separation between me and everyone else on this planet. but to find the right six people.” ouisa kittredge in john guare’s play “six degrees of separation”
i find it impossible to contemplate the notion of six degrees of separation when i am looking at the ocean in this moment.
on the other hand, some ‘big names’ you are now closer to just by knowing me: bette davis, gloria swanson, christopher reeve, dorothy lamour, ginger rogers, carol channing, rex reed, george clooney, juliana marguiles, anthony edwards, noah wyle, princess grace (true), chuck jones, robert altman, carol burnett, lauren hutton, lillian gish, desi arnaz, jr., mia farrow, phyllis-fucking-diller, jo howard (playmate of the year 1964), henny youngman, erté, leroy neiman, yaacov agam, victor vasarely, alfred eisenstaedt, toby, étienne and quentin crisp. there may be more, but who cares?