Sliding Through The City

Early Saturday morning, outside Liverpool St station in London. The station looks deserted. There's gonna be hell coming to these parts in a couple of hours. Transit places. Very dangerous to people who are unsure where they're coming from and not having a clue where they're going. A galaxy of hypothetical routes. Constant change. If you haven't slept at all strange ideas go back and forth in your mind. "What would happen if...". When both the place you left and the place you're about to go are not where you want to be rise the doubt in your tired self.

Now you're really in a transit.
"Expected early in the morning". Train to Stansted Airport. Sleepyheads. Plane ticket. Same Route. It's just one big decision. The galaxy of opportunities go down to just one, the usual. No alarms and no surprises. So tired. "What would happen if..."

(photo by Thomas Hawk)

The Ice Storm

"When you think about it, it's not easy to keep from just wandering out of life. It's like someone's always leaving the door open to the next world, and if you aren't paying attention you could just walk through it, and then you've died. That's why in your dreams it's like you're standing in that doorway... and the dying people and the newborn people pass by you... and brush up against you as they come in and out of the world during the night. You get spun around, and in the morning... it takes a while to find your way back into the world".

From The Film "The Ice Storm" (1997), script by James Schamus based on the novel by Rick Moody. Directed by Ang Lee

(photo by Dietrich Bojko)

Italo Calvino - The Invisible Cities

Kublai asked Marco: "You, who go about exploring and who see signs, can tell me toward which of these futures the favoring winds are driving us."
"For these ports I could not draw a route on the map or set a date for the landing. At times all I need is a brief glimpse, an opening in the midst of an incongruous landscape, a glint of light in the fog, the dialogue of two passersby meeting in the crowd, and I think that, setting out from there, I will put together, piece by piece, the perfect city, made of fragments mixed with the rest, of instants separated by intervals, of signals one sends out, not knowing who receives them. If I tell you that the city toward which my journey tends is discontinuous in space and time, now scattered, now more condensed, you must not believe the search for it can stop. Perhaps while we speak, it is rising, scattered, within the confines of your empire; you can hunt for it, but only in the way I have said."

(photo by Manfred Leiter)

Giant Sand - Yer Ropes

The Road To God Knows Where...

Cowboy Bebop Jazz

The Invisible City: Ghosts Of Things To Come

For Amalia

A woman Vs. medical indifference...AMALIA'S BLOG (for greek speaking readers)

(Photo by Pyke, "Port of Sayada, NW Greece")

Arcade Fire - No Cars Go

Between the click of the light and the start of the dream