Daily haiku: Airport – I belong no place/ Feels like I belong here/ Always in transit
Daily haiku: Solitude – Floors for solo waltz/ A love letter to yourself/ Time to read that book
Daily haiku: Loneliness – Floorboards sound like ghosts/ Spam crowds out your old e-mails/ Single bed feels big
“Through the sterile representation of ancient objects we are reminded that the non-material world was always illusion. The disenchantment that came with the enlightenment was merely a recognition of the true human condition, rather than a process that was rooted in a particular (materialist) ontology. The reduction of human history to technological evolution is the historiographical manifestation of this materialism. This narrative can be sold especially effectively in a city like Chemnitz, where ‘actually existing socialism’ has only very recently been replaced by financialised capitalism. Both ideologies reduce human history to its material dimensions.”
Daily haiku: Trams – Riders live and die/ Warmth turns to cold turns to warmth/ They loop on unfazed
Ok, my travel companion and I didn’t get physically hurt and no objects were stolen from us. But our sanity was temporarily stolen, or lost, or both. I had never felt so wretched while traveling, and I do travel quite a bit. Bad karma, or something, hit us at that point and there was nothing we could do to stop it, until whatever it was the universe was doing ran its course. And what I describe in this post was just the beginning of a very, uh, strange and see-sawing experience in Morocco.