i don't do bad sauce passes
⁂
taylor price
No title available
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosimo Galluzzi
oozey mess
trying on a metaphor
JVL
Sweet Seals For You, Always
🪼
NASA
h
Misplaced Lens Cap
RMH
cherry valley forever
Product Placement
Stranger Things
Not today Justin
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Lebanon
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Croatia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
@eccenoctua
WEIMAR #5 - Infinito
Quel mystère, la vie... L’on sait jamais quelle lumière restera allumée, laquelle s’allumera, laquelle on éteindra; l’on sait vraiment jamais. Rien est durable sans volonté, rien est au 100%, tout change et tout nous surpasse sans contrôle.
Un naufrage infini.
... Così tra questa immensità s’annega il pensier mio: e il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare.
WEIMAR #4 - Die Erwartete
Dann, gab es Leibnizallee, mit Pflanzen, Blümen, Diagonalen, Filme, Treppen, Musik und natürlich Regenbögen.
Stairway to Heaven, ganz neuen Welte.
WEIMAR #3 - Dazwischen
Die Umgebung meines Lebens.
WEIMAR #2 - Die Unerwartete
Genau, ich bin noch hier. Ab und zu fahre ich nach Frankreich oder Italien, da 2 Leben noch da sind, aber seelisch bin ich noch da.
Die erste Phase, war die in Amalienstraße, im Winter, kalt und trotzdem gemütlich. Zwischen Karossen, Brücken, Glanzlichter, Gäste und Exkursionen in Thüringen.
Es fühlt ein bisschen Haus.
WEIMAR #1 - Wo bin ich?
Klar, ich bin in Deutschland, physisch, seit fast ein Monat. Aber geistig, ich hab das Gefühl ich bin eigentlich nach Japan gefahren.
Ich lerne Japanisch, ich höre und singe japanische Musik an; im Uni lerne ich japanische Kultur, lese ich japanische Texte, schaue ich japanaische Filme. Und als erste Ausflug, war ich in einen wunderschönen japanischen Garten. Gestern Abend gab es ein Konzert Japan meets Bach genannt. Ich hab schon mehr japaner als deutsche kennen gelernt...
Deswegen frage ich mich: wo bin ich?
ROMA & SICILIA - Rediscovering Italy
Laghetti, insegne celesti, insegne decoraggianti, panorami mozzafiato sulle Eolie, spighe in prospettiva, albe, Il Colosseo, fuochi di ferragosto, papireti sracusani, e famiglia.
Un’ottima calda estate all’insegna della Riscoperta.
GRENOBLE - Nihao
Entourée et embrassée par les Alpes, Grenoble est une petite perle française, envahie par les italiens. Je suis toujours pas montée à la Bastille par contre, je le garde pour une prochaine fois.
你好, Pomme.
LYON #2 - Under the Sun
Today I felt like enjoying the parc, something not that common to me. I’m glad I followed this impulse. During these around 5km, 8000 steps, 1h30, I could dive into a pitoresque portion of the daily holiday dynamics [here in France is the Bastille Day, even though Nice’s attacks obscured it]. Humans, animals and plants, all together in a colorful, expressive portrait of life. I love fixing moments.
LYON #1 - Back Home
Qu’est-ce qu’il faut pour se sentir chez toi ? Des points de référence positifs.
NETHERLANDS #15 - Doei, Utrecht!
Utrecht war echt gesellig. On my table there is a glass with a tulip pen inside it, on my floor there’s the friendship flag. Outside, guess what, it rains.
What will I remember: - bikes, and bikes, and... bikes. - AH: yogurt and vla everywhere - being direct - windmills - geselligkeit im Park - sun euphory - cycling no matter what: rain, storm, hail, cold, wind, fever... - check in and... off! - dutch djs - canals, water, flatness - wifi everywhere - no visa, maestro forever - accomodation wars - how to plant a tree - un kiwi al giorno toglie il medico di torno - dinner at 18h, lunch with sandwiches - broodje Mario - blind classical music night - pizza hawaii and pasta con pollo - my sunsets - huize 74
Doei, Netherlands, see you probably next year.
NETHERLANDS #14 - [textures de] Rotterdam
La couleur, le motif.
NETHERLANDS #13 - Rotterdam
Juste il y a quelques jours j’étais en train de discuter avec des amis sur quoi chaque personne recherche pendant une visite touristique dans une ville où il ne pourra rester que quelques jours, voir heures. Quand est-ce qu’une ville reste dans ton esprit? Bien, personnellement j’ai dit que je cherche originalité. Pas forcément une belle originalité, mais juste quelque chose de différente. Après avoir visité plusieurs villes, grandes et petites, connues et moins clichées, même si toujours en Europe, oui, c’est ça: la différence. Autrement, tout se mélange et perde d’âme, surtout si la non-originalité est déterminée par les éléments globalisants [voir fast-food, grand magasins, anonymes-gagne-argents attractions touristiques, etc].
Et voilà, c’est juste le cas de Rotterdam. Je ne peux pas dire d’avoir bien aimé la ville, mais sans doutes elle a frappé mes yeux et mon esprit! Entre maisons-cubes, marchés incroyablement colorés, super bizarres murales, escaliers au milieu du rien avec terrasses panoramiques... fin, l’égard est continuellement capturé par l'ambiance!
NETHERLANDS #12 - Utrecht [very personal sugary mode]
Sono allo stesso tempo felice di tornare a casa*, triste di andare via da qui, e felice della mia tristezza, perché vuol dire che sono stata bene e che anche qui, seppur in piccolo, ho costruito qualcosa di bello. Un sentimento complesso.
Ebbene sì, questo master girovago mi causa dissonanze cognitive immense, ma era precisamente ciò che volevo. Costruire vite in un lasso di tempo a priori limitato mi permette di vivere nella consapevolezza che tempo a sufficienza non ce ne sarà. Osservare e conoscere tutto nel modo più ecologico possibile, a partire dalle persone; che belle le persone...
Lasciare quella finestra ha significato chiudere il capitolo Utrecht; la mente è già a Lyon. E via un altro paese, mondo, capitolo, casa.
Forse costruisco nuove case perché casa mia, quella ‘vera’, architettonicamente non c’è più, socialmente non c’è mai stata. O forse semplicemente perché mi piace e mi affascina testarmi.
*laddove per casa s’intende Lyon
NETHERLANDS [on the road 2/2] #11 - Zeeland & Gouda
Of dams...
So huge and powerful! I just saw the structures, architectural masterpieces, that allow the Netherlands to exist. It’s a crazy idea, to steal ground to the sea; but still, they did it and they’re currently improving. Now I understand from where their presumption and self-confidence come [probably it’s not that easy, but it sounds convincing]. And YES, “New Zeland” comes exactly from this tiny region of the Netherlands.
...and cheese.
When suddenly you see a pink cheese, a blue cheese, a green and a purple ones! Not nice to see, nor good to taste. At least the city is cute, but definitely too proud of this cheese empire.
NETHERLANDS [on the road 1/2] #10 - Kinderdijk
Keukenhof : Tulips = Kinderdijk : Windmills.
But we don’t like flowers that much, windmills are way better.
Surreale, ma bello.
NETHERLANDS #9 - Delft & Den Haag
What these 2 days were:
- sit on a bench in front of a “fairytales castle” - play the ukulele in front of it - go to an ukulele-meeting and have so much fun - find free books in small book-houses in the streets - cycle in two and feeling the passing breeze - lay on the beach with freezing happy feet - and of course play the ukulele there - write random sheets on the sand with the freezing feet - find an inspirational sign on the top of a lighthouse - visit the most beautiful library ever - play giant chess in the library without notion of time - take a siesta on the grass-floor of the library
Wet-snow, what an incredible phenomenon. Impossible to photograph, here there are only its traces on my balcony... This shitty weather in the Netherlands it’s finally not that shitty at all. Not more than in other places of the south, at least.
What surprises me, is the mass-effect: if in Torino, or in Lyon, it rains or it’s cold, I’d never take my bike; I wouldn’t even wonder whether to go out or better stay at home. But here, where nobody cares, I don’t care either. Yesterday I went out while it was incredibly raining; well, hood on, a rag to dry the bike seat, and that’s it.
Is my [our?] mind so easily conditionable?
I will write it, to better fix it in my head-system: rain and cold don’t kill.