Soul

On the day public libraries reopened, I went there to borrow dozens of books a fortnight ago. Before the calculation of overdue book fines is to be resumed tomorrow, I finished Brit Bennett's novel The Vanishing Half today.

At the same time, I realized the chance to watch Pixar's production Soul is long overdue, after closure of cinemas in the fourth wave of pandemic in the city. Ultimately, our family have the chance this afternoon.

The stories of Vignes twin sisters separating, and that of jazz pianist Joe Gardner bumping into a delinquent soul named 22, are both prime examples of how intertwining the fates can be. In different cities, across different skin colours and different generations, and even different zones from unborn to afterlife.

It cannot be said too often: all life is one.