What ist it with this island? The boats just don't seem to be able to leave from here. Now I'm stuck again, stuck with rumbling thoughts.
So I read a lot of news, surfed the internet and listened to that Seal song that stuck since Bulgaria, crazy.
Later I wondered through the streets of this wondrous towns center. Ruins, palm trees and news houses are intertwined here, giving it a very special atmosphere, today amplified by the sun piercing through the clouds after a hefty rain. Another particularity about the place is that the ruins are not much restored but seem to be left to the usual course of time working on their decay. And yet another fact that stirred up memories was that these ancient ruins are built with some kind of sand stones, like the one were I lived the last 5 years and from where my journey started. The sand stone here does not get black after a certain time like the one in Dresden that contains these minerals rendering the stone dark colored through their oxidation. Besides in this city center here you find mostly small businesses, no big chains.
I stood a while there on the big city walls. Listening toIi Johnossi help also this time lifting my spirits, but in my thought crowded head the following thought pushed the music in the background for a while:
The old impressive ruins and the new buildings aging rather badly squeezed in between, forming this contrast of epochs, reflect on the short-lived modern culture. It is not the first time that I made this kind of observation wandering through cities along the way, but here it forced itself on me one more time.
Contrasting again with Dresden, there is another important difference; in that German city the old buildings are restored and maintained. That makes the impression that these monuments belong in our time but paradoxically only the books still know their history. Ruins are rebuilt or at least transformed into a museeum.
But either case, Dresden and Famagusta, stands witnesse to little architectural beauty original to the past couple of generations. The cool creations of our time are things like that little information box I typed this text and sent it through the air to another machine, that will have sent it to the machine that allows you reading these lines now.
Our creations involving matter in some aspect seem to follow the principle; less and less matter matters.
All this was stating the obvious one more time about our time, but it keeps amazing me so I'll probably do it another time again.
So I read a lot of news, surfed the internet and listened to that Seal song that stuck since Bulgaria, crazy.
Later I wondered through the streets of this wondrous towns center. Ruins, palm trees and news houses are intertwined here, giving it a very special atmosphere, today amplified by the sun piercing through the clouds after a hefty rain. Another particularity about the place is that the ruins are not much restored but seem to be left to the usual course of time working on their decay. And yet another fact that stirred up memories was that these ancient ruins are built with some kind of sand stones, like the one were I lived the last 5 years and from where my journey started. The sand stone here does not get black after a certain time like the one in Dresden that contains these minerals rendering the stone dark colored through their oxidation. Besides in this city center here you find mostly small businesses, no big chains.
I stood a while there on the big city walls. Listening toIi Johnossi help also this time lifting my spirits, but in my thought crowded head the following thought pushed the music in the background for a while:
The old impressive ruins and the new buildings aging rather badly squeezed in between, forming this contrast of epochs, reflect on the short-lived modern culture. It is not the first time that I made this kind of observation wandering through cities along the way, but here it forced itself on me one more time.
Contrasting again with Dresden, there is another important difference; in that German city the old buildings are restored and maintained. That makes the impression that these monuments belong in our time but paradoxically only the books still know their history. Ruins are rebuilt or at least transformed into a museeum.
But either case, Dresden and Famagusta, stands witnesse to little architectural beauty original to the past couple of generations. The cool creations of our time are things like that little information box I typed this text and sent it through the air to another machine, that will have sent it to the machine that allows you reading these lines now.
Our creations involving matter in some aspect seem to follow the principle; less and less matter matters.
All this was stating the obvious one more time about our time, but it keeps amazing me so I'll probably do it another time again.
