Friday, November 27, 2009

Memories


We don't have memories. In Perugia the past the present and the future are all mixing up into a big mass of existance. The substance is a bit nubbly and in occasional moments we find fragments of our memories lurking behind the corner, attacking us with a sudden clearness that seams bewildering. Like little drops of the truth that is being witheld from us because the ever happening town doesn't let our mind focus on anything but our momentary social life. We are damned and blessed people without past and not thinking about the future. We are cripled by this way of life as much as we are gifted with it. The city wasn't built for us, it was built for people who leaved deep down in the sewers of history, but now we are using it, we live amongst it's aged stone walls, we walk on the labyrinth of it's roads each of us following our own personal Ariadne's thread, blindly holding on to our individual fates. This alters our perceptions too. We are living in a dream. And the dream is true. As I make my long conversations walking on the streets of perugia I realize, everybody relates to this town. Few can resist it's magnetic charm, and yet only a few can stand it for a long time. The photo here was taken right in front of the church of Monteluce. May peace rule the world.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Via Brunacci - Il cielo e sempre piu blu






Light and darkness can be devided sharply or softly... The harsh climate of the mountains of the shadows doesn't really leave a lot of room for the grey place between black and white. Our world is changing even though our Perugia in it doesn't. Recent studies suggest that global warming is happening even much faster then the previously anticipated worst case scenario. The permafrost lands in Siberia are melting, and thus letting loose a huge amount of metan in the atmosphere, greater and greater every day. The iceacapes are disappearing, suggesting that in about 10 years this planet won't have permanent icecapes, just seasonal ones... The seasons are getting divided as sharply as does the light in umbria... When you wake up the morning you can see the ever warming weather battleing with the air coming from the poles, the air that is cooled down by the melting ice. You can never know which will prevail, the collapsing summer or the desperately rampaging cold that gets nastier and nastier as it feels it's end closing up on it. This was a beautifull day, leaves getting yellow, and the people slowly walking on the streets, leaving there car behind as they are approaching the centro storico. So shall we arrive there soon as well. Yes a good omen we always need, because winter is coming soon. I can feel it.