City life is filled with extremes. Extremes not only in architecture but in emotions, movement and distance. When you have spent most of your life in a more countrified existence you are fascinated by the city and the people who choose to inhabit this life.
I think city people are divided into 2 different groups. Those who get sucked up into the psyche of the city and those who can move through it without giving up a piece of themselves.
As you move around the city you know that distance cannot be changed, it is concrete...but your relationship to how the distance is tackled can be fluid. You can live where it is convenient to get around and thus you are not shackled by the distances. I think when you feel shackled by the points that exist in a city you get the insane driver. Yesterday we were bogged down in the city...no movement from point A to point B because of a parade. Traffic was diverted and was moving in SLOOOOO MOOOO. The driver behind us in a mini van was revving his engine, jumping his van an inch at a time...he was not at peace in the city he was a piece of the city.
Emotions can move from extremes also...the pace is faster and maybe that make individuals want to feel as much as they can in any given moment. A beautiful day, a child's birthday party and BBQ. Everyone enjoying themselves with deep commitment to this moment...by 2 AM the BBQ had resulted into a F**K Y*U fight. One guy pushing emotions to the extreme must have said F**K Y*U 100 times, a child cries and a motor cop pushes his siren. Funny how a motor cop's siren can make a F**K Y*U be quiet.
In Bend Frank/Monica draws stunned stares for his extreme garb. In the city there are many Monica/Franks and they draw little attention.
Ah, the city I love it but it is important to be at peace with it...not a piece of it.
I think city people are divided into 2 different groups. Those who get sucked up into the psyche of the city and those who can move through it without giving up a piece of themselves.
As you move around the city you know that distance cannot be changed, it is concrete...but your relationship to how the distance is tackled can be fluid. You can live where it is convenient to get around and thus you are not shackled by the distances. I think when you feel shackled by the points that exist in a city you get the insane driver. Yesterday we were bogged down in the city...no movement from point A to point B because of a parade. Traffic was diverted and was moving in SLOOOOO MOOOO. The driver behind us in a mini van was revving his engine, jumping his van an inch at a time...he was not at peace in the city he was a piece of the city.
Emotions can move from extremes also...the pace is faster and maybe that make individuals want to feel as much as they can in any given moment. A beautiful day, a child's birthday party and BBQ. Everyone enjoying themselves with deep commitment to this moment...by 2 AM the BBQ had resulted into a F**K Y*U fight. One guy pushing emotions to the extreme must have said F**K Y*U 100 times, a child cries and a motor cop pushes his siren. Funny how a motor cop's siren can make a F**K Y*U be quiet.
In Bend Frank/Monica draws stunned stares for his extreme garb. In the city there are many Monica/Franks and they draw little attention.
Ah, the city I love it but it is important to be at peace with it...not a piece of it.
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