The city has it's own, rough charm, but that's already as far as my description of the city goes, what follows has more to do with my mood and wandering thoughts and is not really tied to this particular location.
I went to the city center and there; Bata, Diesel, Mac Donalds, Fossil, Addidas, G-Shock, Coca-cola and many more of these logos were like a punch in my head. Not again for heavens sake! This triggered a thread of angry thoughts: So these are the symbols of progress, and wealth burnt in the heart of every city we call modern these days. The first thing to re-build. Is that fucking it?
All this aroud the church. -Some say the institutions that built these places of worship were as greedy and earthly as those occupying the fancy spots around cathedrals and churches today-. Whatever, but the artisans that built them gave it a soul. The hierarchy did not change much despite the revolutions, something else did. The builders today, I heard it myself, curse their work. This won't, can't last.
And of course a lot of cars, images of status and freedom we have lost and only exists in the bloody advertisements anymore that flicker over one of the many screens in front of you. Where is diversity? What about phantasy? What will be left of our work, once time worked it?
Right, what is left of phantasy and inspiration after we filtered it by mainstream, you find conserved, alienated by interpretations behind the vitrines of museums. Don't bother feeling what it might evoke, this thing you are not supposed to touch, just read the damn guide-book. And in the meantime we renovate what has lasted insted of creating novel beauty. Today I did not have the force to seek the magic in the details. Magic is subtle. Today I could not filter all the stuff that forces itself on you exploring any channels of human sensory input science has layed out recipes to control them. Today I was missing subtlety, could not see the beauty, today was just in my face. Looking at the obvious felt like starring at a void.
Suddenly values switch value...
Carry along, carry along the thread of thought it runs further, carry along!
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