A dock for one of the more unseen, silent movers in the city. These designated bicyle parking areas feel like a refuge from the manic speed with which the cycler dodges the vectors of greater momentum.
We are always in the valleys, looking up. My experience of the city is so dictated by my not-being-able-to-be-in-every-window.
Speaking of windows…
We are all so close to one another’s lives (inches away!), yet we cannot cross that laughable distance and witness another facet of our jewel. Again, so many windows, so many lives (so many gorgeous apartments..).
What am I glimpsing here? Massive steel crates of cargo, long travel, ships on BIG oceans, de/recontextualized objects, de/recontextualized people, hands with boxes passing by hands with boxes? We stand wherever we are, looking around, seeing only hidden information. All the information in this city is hidden.
Good morning, driver. What? My, that’s a long route! You were there, but now you’re here. You are here, but you just recently entered. The things I see in front of me, now, are here, but our things come from all over. Everything COMES here. How much is born?
What was: fade awayyyy into our rubble and spread your disintegrating self once again over the wide, welcoming land.
Yumm. Perfume.
Aerobics class! With a bit of meaning-fulfillment for free!
Sometimes we are reminded of what we are standing on.
We still have sky above us and air around us. There will always be wind. I can breath deeply and feel particularly excellent when I let myself feel the air moving through everyone.