Topophilia and Static Shock

We walk out on the asphalt; outside are a million little lights on the skyline, somewhere up there are power lines, with those little basketball's that they suspend from the lines to help direct planes. "If a plane is gonna fly that low it deserves to get all tangled up" Its not like a spiderweb, the plane won't get tangled the power line will fall "If a power line decided to tower up there without massive plane tangling cobwebs then it shouldn't be up there at all" Imagine if we want back to the dark ages, there would be no little lights on the skyline. We are going out to the center of the little lights, to my favorite place in the city. "We have to catch a bus"

I wish I could walk everywhere, I wish, I want everything to be far away far enough to create adventures far enough so that travelers can come along the path into the shire "Bilbo let me tell a tale of a tale for travelers" At the same time I wish that that distance was good enough for walking, close enough but just far enough for an adventurous daring developing dreaming drawing walk. "A walk that would take you 3, 3 and a half hour length movies, but not one that would take you 7 movies with the last movie split into 2"

There are no adventures in story telling in the world anymore, from the beginning we are shown picture books with pictures from all over the world in it, from the beginning we are shown to meet to see people we are shown to meet to see the cultures the creations that make these individualistic sub groups of the global society. They only adventures now are in living, and this is the only place that adventures belong; experience can never be truly learnt as well as, easily as entirely as it can be lived; we jitterbug all over the sidewalk. We walk along the sidewalks and we wait for and catch and sit on the 99 bus that will take us to the center of all the hundred of little lights my favorite part in the city.

Not far from my favorite part in the city is a suburb part of the richest suburb in the city, there are big light colored pastel modern houses, they feature big open balconies and stylish futuristic yet classical curves and corners and cuts and space. Every house is built on the idea of space, not just how you can fill it but how you can leave it, and you can mold and mix space until it serves to become an aesthetic tool for place and posture, the filler that fills up and denies space. The sky is limited and vast and open and wide, everything that floats above the surface of the earth that space of air that we walk upon that we kick and breathe and blow is the sky, we can pretend to be like birds that hover and hover and hover. Big purple trees sprout of from the sidewalks, the sidewalks of that rich neighborhood near my favorite place in the world, the ones on the left of the road spread their branches as far right as they can and the ones on the right of the road spread out as far left as they can. Till they form an arc and arc like you see on the default desktop backgrounds provided on your Windows computer. They drop and shed all their little purple flowers out onto the pavement; the form that little purple arc makes above everything, they force the light to fracture before it falls, fracture and fall in little leaf like purple shapes. The main road you travel on has this arc feature except with beautiful large exceptionally expressive comforting trees, and when you pass by all the little roads on the left and right with the purple and the fragments of the sky and the sun and the sidewalks you feel like you temporarily pass by the adventures you see on your desktop and for a little moment you can feel like you have lived that adventure that that photographer has gone through that these strange people in their place space molding houses must feel everyday. They must look at us out on our road with the large comforting unpretentious green growing graceful main road, the road that provides adventures for every passerby, and from the inside of the adventure they must be so longing. To find someway to be discovered, discovered by Christopher Columbus when he set of on the gloomy Gothic beaches of Cardez past the Roman style theater past the castle overlooking the sea, the castle in Cardez.

The truth is that we all live in our own sense, an adventure, but from within the adventure everything else looks so much brighter and full of much more blossom and full of much more bloom. The flaw of humanity is the grass is always greener for us, the beauty of humanity is the willing the want to come home. I set of an adventure with you to the center of all the little lights to my favorite part of the city, and then we get lonely and then we get scared and then we go home and play PS2. The way for an adventure to become meaningful is to become part of the mind, second home from home. You can only truly love and understand and become enveloped in a foreign place when you can turn the corner when you can walk yourself back to the hotel when you can say hi in the language when you can pass by everything with a knowing sense of knowledge. The way for an adventure to become an adventure that we love that we miss that we appreciate, is when we love we miss we acknowledge it we appreciate it; when it becomes an intrinsic part of memory, when it become a second home of the mind of the thought when it becomes the place you pass by looking into and when it become the place you sink into looking out of.

There is a place by the river, the roads pass by the river, a low lying sort of bridge; there are slopping flat greens and there they built a short little building and on the base some slim little houses. The building is modern, abuses space but creates place, it has reflective blue glass, the buildings at its base a warm linear modern houses with little lights in the inside and fresh new Ikea furniture and thousands of people those young people you see on TV. Out on the river are small little sail boats, masts up in the air bobbing on the river completely at the whims of the maritime breeze never moving very far left or right but always bobbing very much a little up and down, there is always, this is always the best place for sunsets. The colored tinted lights split out from the center of the orange sun that is slowly diving back into the ocean like a bird diving smooth and graceful and splash less; they are reflected by the water that shivers and shimmers due to the endless long length waves that break and turn white at the sands of the beach there out on the right right across the river on the other side opposite the river opposite the big blue building. The light mixes and melts with the tinted blue windows making a deep sunset color; the right of the river hangs a few small buildings, shacks were the street cleaners keep their mops, people lazy to go out to the beaches, dipping their ankles in the swirling swimming surf that has bubbly frothy white foam floating on the top because of the action of the waves and the maritime breezes. And when it becomes dark, and the boats still bop and they cars still pass and the lights in the buildings still shine you can see blaring out the CBD, warm and yellow and distant and far enough, just far enough to be another adventure.

We come out to see our favorite part of the city at its favorite time of day. Eventually we will bore of the place eventually we will leave this place forever. I want to go West because all my friends are there because there are the big bright lights, that will the biggest adventure I will take. You want to go back East because there is no place like home to you and this is the biggest adventure you have ever had. Today on my way to a BBQ I passed by all these purple streets and purple roads and I was forever an outsider passing by looking into; inside me is the great desire to move forward and inside me is the great desire to pull back.

Today we go to the center of the equator and down by the sea and past all the volcanic islands of Indonesia and we pass by so many sea turtles, today I went to the center of all the little lights on the skyline and I went to my favorite part of the city.