Deconstructing Paris

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Tower of Brahma 56 Paris Cafe Existentialism (edit)

1/20/09

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Can I just get paid to travel write poetic prose? Because that would be my ideal job. Here I deconstruct Paris, see it as it is, just a city, a place that once had as rich a history as possible, but it is now no more than anywhere else. Bricks, pavement, architecture. It was insane to be standing before structures that were older than my country. To imagine my great-grandfather travelling there and thinking it was old and impressive and over it all. 

There's something to the idea of creating something new that is impossible. Craft a concept into a workable model, show the variations of it's functions, explain how it will benefit mankind, but don't take into account anything that's ever come before. Don't rely on a previous model or media or material and create something NEW, something we haven't seen yet that's going to make it all click into place and say that it was THIS that we were trying, hoping desperately, to achieve before all things. 

Is that possible? Can we escape the patterns of the past, draw outside the genetic bloodlines collective unconscious, subconscious desires? Is there room for error, or is every error accounted for,  in the name of the chaotic rhythms of what is essential human, the un-quantifiable conundrum, the paradox of Free Will/Fate? 

The best we can do is tear away the reverence for the past and slap it onto the present. Worship the moment, bend to its will at all times, ride the wave of impulses and watch the signs pass you by. But then when it's time to act, it's time to act.