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Labyrinths
Mar. 20th, 2004 12:17 pmLast night felt I needed to leave the house, get out a while, feeling better enough...so I ran off to Borders and brought a stack of magazines to the table and flipped through them all while drinking a caramel latte. ArtForum, Arcitectural Record,
One magazine 'Surface' has the glossiest smoothest pages! I couldn't stop running my fingers over them... and they smelled gooood. Ate a strange but yummy 'spinach and feta-filled hot pretzel'.
Then looked through a bunch of books on American Houses....layouts and such...historical...my mind travelling..through rooms I've never known...stitching together images from movies and books and houses I HAVE seen..
I pulled out my journal and sketched (again) what I could remember of the layout of my grandmother's apartment in the Bronx. SO weird...I'm just making little boxes and lines but every mark is LOADED with meaning and memories....I'm meandering in my mind, looking right and left...seeing the fishtank...the kitchen counter, the green rug,etc etc...
Afterward I have this small segmented box which I'm sure to someone else would be flat and meaningless but I'm exhausted...because I've just been time traveling. Into the mandala. Into the mandala. Into the mandala...(:)for M)
Went over to the music section and listened to some CDs in the international section, again being transported..I ended up buying one called Planet Buzz because one track's long intro almost had me in tears with its intensity..there was a rainstorm and a Pakistani(?) child chanting in a haunting sort of way...and sounds of the street and then the beat...and I was pressing the earphones against my ears with my eyes closed...SEEING other places..feeling emotions wash over me...wanting to cry with the feeling of almost remembering something.
One magazine 'Surface' has the glossiest smoothest pages! I couldn't stop running my fingers over them... and they smelled gooood. Ate a strange but yummy 'spinach and feta-filled hot pretzel'.
Then looked through a bunch of books on American Houses....layouts and such...historical...my mind travelling..through rooms I've never known...stitching together images from movies and books and houses I HAVE seen..
I pulled out my journal and sketched (again) what I could remember of the layout of my grandmother's apartment in the Bronx. SO weird...I'm just making little boxes and lines but every mark is LOADED with meaning and memories....I'm meandering in my mind, looking right and left...seeing the fishtank...the kitchen counter, the green rug,etc etc...
Afterward I have this small segmented box which I'm sure to someone else would be flat and meaningless but I'm exhausted...because I've just been time traveling. Into the mandala. Into the mandala. Into the mandala...(:)for M)
Went over to the music section and listened to some CDs in the international section, again being transported..I ended up buying one called Planet Buzz because one track's long intro almost had me in tears with its intensity..there was a rainstorm and a Pakistani(?) child chanting in a haunting sort of way...and sounds of the street and then the beat...and I was pressing the earphones against my ears with my eyes closed...SEEING other places..feeling emotions wash over me...wanting to cry with the feeling of almost remembering something.
