Passage #327: 25 November 2015
What better way to celebrate one’s slow journey toward the inevitable end that is death than to literally journey slowly through the city, heading towards various dead ends?
None, says we. And so we shall!
And while our forebears of antiquity, by reflecting upon their own fragile mortality, sought to use the inescapable fact of death like a telescope, to see past the vanity of their individual earthly desires and to focus instead upon the moral, the universal, the truly important, we might use the dead ends we find, and the dead spaces they often create, to see past our quotidian view of the city streets. In disrupting our easy travel through the city, these spaces help to disrupt our perception thereof. And though the actual process of this may – like life itself – at times seem rather pointless or tedious, it may also – again like life – occasionally, if we’re open to it, offer up moments of surprise and wonder and all that good stuff we like (in a ride and in life).
And, in the end, dance party!