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The joint flight of the starlings has not yet been deciphered. Hundreds of birds fly simultaneously without colliding.
No bird takes on the role of a guide. No bird knows where it will fly, but they all seem to agree.
This phenomenon is called uncertainty in consensus.
I often read in the news that Europe is in ruins. They refer to Europe as a civilization on the verge of disappearing. When I think of the end of civilizations, whether Aztec or Roman, I cannot imagine their inhabitants predicting their own ruin.
Imagining my own ruin gives me an advantage. I can decide what I want to leave behind as a ruin and display the way I want to be remembered.
It is very difficult to take a good photo of a victory column with a mobile phone. You have to stand very far back so that it looks straight and you capture its entirety. You can hardly see the figure on top. It is too high for the eyes.
It is usually a golden figure representing a woman with wings and a crown of leaves. If it is sunny that day, the sun’s reflection on the gold of the figure blinds you, so it is best to wear sunglasses or a cap.
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As the War finished, the Nazi prototype for the defense facility was destroyed and thousands of cubic meters of debris from the destroyed Berlin were placed over it, creating one of the highest mountains in the city. Teufelsberg. The Devil's Mountain.
A message written on the tiled subway wall could have been seen for seconds, hours or a couple of days. When I arrived, it had already been cleaned.
I was never able to read it. Now, I can only try to decipher the message from the remains of the writing that can be seen between the tiles, which could not be erased.
Some entrance halls are made with mosaics of small tiles. They look like concrete art with a bell placed on them.
[...] These randomly placed tiles give the appearance of uniformity and a mathematical control that they lack. I imagine that someone made a sketch of how the tiles had to be placed to avoid the mathematical order.
Someone planned the randomness with precision.
Public spaces were closed to the public.
When they opened, a perimeter was established where walking was allowed. No fences were put up, but we all imagined them.
We also imagined that the imaginary lines of those fences would one day become soft, circular, irregular.
It was a time of pandemic.
Someone has underlined a word written on the wall of a building on my street. An attempt to draw attention and highlight something that is important to someone.
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It is so heavily underlined that it must have been very important. Other words are underlined too.
There are so many important words that it is difficult to recognize which one is the most important.
No one decided whether the object would remain standing as a monument or collapse into a ruin. When its armor was removed, the object was a monument for a second. Then it was a ruin.
Under its weight, the ruin trapped the drawings that recalled moments lived in the city and which were captured on fabric.
I once rode through this square on my bike. It was full of rubbish and broken glass, which I had to avoid.
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The ground was gray, but the rubbish gave it an impressionistic touch. The reflection of the broken glass made the ground look like it was covered in diamonds and glitter.
You could see the decay of this city in the fragments of a collective action.
I’ve often come across a mattress thrown away, Sarah Lucas-style, with food scraps casually placed there, as if Butler’s response to this piece.
Recently, the Potsdamer Platz subway station was covered in a beautiful lilac and white plasterboard. I’ve also seen several paintings, as if they were being exhibited inside different wagons.
Sometimes a small piece of wall is painted after being graffitied in a very bad way. You can see the renovated pieces of wall because they aren’t the same color as the rest of it.
Please, call an artist.
In Prussian Romanticism, villa walls were painted to imitate marble. Painting a wall to imitate marble was more expensive than covering it with genuine marble.
The imitation was more valuable than the original.
Every summer something fades. Sometimes I see an ice cream sign that‘s turned blue from the sun. My skin darkens in the summer, but my bikinis pale. As do beach and pool towels.
Summer eats away the intensity of colors. It‘s worse than detergent.
Black is usually the most affected.
During the Roman Empire, a religious figure called “Fortuna Populi Romani” was created. She was a guardian of the common good. Offerings were made to her in a temple in order to ensure the best for the community.
Since the emergence of democratic states in the West, this idea has disappeared. The state is supposed to be the guardian of the common good.
There was a mint candy wrapper on the grass in a park. Green on green. A contemporary Malevich.
Without that wrapper, I would feel very alone. It would feel like being the first person to set foot somewhere.
Trash humanizes the landscape.
