What a wonderful experience in the little mountain resort town, Patrick. I'm quite envious. Little hidden worlds, yes... this is what I try to find on my walks around Tokyo. For me, they pop up in the careful accumulations of objects to be found in and around houses of a certain age. What is interesting is that these little unintentional works of art do not exist in any meaningful way around the newer, plastic-clad townhouses that are rapidly taking over most neighborhoods. There is no land, no space around them in which things may grow or tools are used. No craft, no sense of being part of a community. But where the non-corporate, midcentury houses still stand, little worlds hold sway.
Oh gosh, the number of amazing hidden worlds around Tokyo! I'm envious of that ;-) Especially, as you put it, where the "non-corporate, midcentury houses" exist. Keep exploring!
Reading the essay was like seeing it all with my own eyes.
It's always hard for me to notice such hidden worlds with the fast pace of life, the constant rush. But I'm also learning to notice these little magical moments that happen every day!
I am also learning to love mushrooms, I couldn’t eat them since childhood :)
Love this one. It reads like poetry! I think it’s the art of getting lost that creates the space to feel time stretched, and breaks the mobius strip, even if only temporarily!
What a wonderful experience in the little mountain resort town, Patrick. I'm quite envious. Little hidden worlds, yes... this is what I try to find on my walks around Tokyo. For me, they pop up in the careful accumulations of objects to be found in and around houses of a certain age. What is interesting is that these little unintentional works of art do not exist in any meaningful way around the newer, plastic-clad townhouses that are rapidly taking over most neighborhoods. There is no land, no space around them in which things may grow or tools are used. No craft, no sense of being part of a community. But where the non-corporate, midcentury houses still stand, little worlds hold sway.
Oh gosh, the number of amazing hidden worlds around Tokyo! I'm envious of that ;-) Especially, as you put it, where the "non-corporate, midcentury houses" exist. Keep exploring!
Happy New Year, Patrick!
Reading the essay was like seeing it all with my own eyes.
It's always hard for me to notice such hidden worlds with the fast pace of life, the constant rush. But I'm also learning to notice these little magical moments that happen every day!
I am also learning to love mushrooms, I couldn’t eat them since childhood :)
Happy New Year, Eugene! I guess the mushroom thing might be a new years resolution for us? Or just a lifelong progress :-D
Love this one. It reads like poetry! I think it’s the art of getting lost that creates the space to feel time stretched, and breaks the mobius strip, even if only temporarily!