Reflection: B’Ham Wanderer4

From Goat Island to Young Practitioner

 

Gigantic Detail

It’s me wandering around this strange city. In a day the city has presented itself with bipolar forces—the self and the non’self. (of course, with me and a bit of my nonsense’ness). It is the stiff self that moves along the vibe of the ghost city—where hallucinations of communism exploded. Signs .. Signs… and more Signs… Look Left! Look Right! Keep Walking Left! Am I blind? or what? Streets/ pedestrians/ trees/ electric poles/ goblin stones … all are part of the designed pathway that we have to follow. Roads are there for men and women to step on. But where is its end? Is there?   

A Mighty Character on an Invisible Body

Who says rules are there for us to follow? What if we don’t? Are we all gonna end up behind bars? Who are the judges? Surveillance cameras on the corner of the street… yes they are invisible. But who out there are watching? Police? City Officers? Or genius thief who’s about to shut the whole traffic lights of the city down before progressing o hacking the bank’s security code?   

Facilitating Architecture

‘if’ I am on an escalator, what do I see?

‘if’ I am not on an escalator, what else do I see?

‘if’ I am neither on escalator nor staircase, how do I go up?

 

‘if’ there’s mirror, what do I see?

‘if’ there’s no mirror, what would the world be?

‘if’ there’s neither mirror nor reflection, how do I know what I look like?

 

‘if’ there’s a tree, will itgimme a shade under the burning sun?

‘if’ there’s a building, will it gimme a shade under the burning sun?

‘if’ there’re trees inside a building, where would I lay my trust upon?

Significant Text on an Insignificant Medium

‘Vicky Kristina Barcelona’ ads scattered Scarlett’s beautiful faces all around. Connecting to that for the sake of his/her own private business, the chic flick poster is posted on the wall and another ad is attached to it “let’s go to Barcelona. You will be in heaven. Step inside and plan ur trip”. I thought, “what? In heaven? Why would I need heaven on earth? Isn’t it supposed to be that our heaven is in our heart? Or of where we are from? Before judging that somewhere is heaven’like, don’t we need to set ourselves a standard to measure and to scale? Where is the place that he/she compares Barcelona to? Birmingham??? I highly doubt so.  

Unfacilitating Architecture