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The concept of height is compact with curious possibilities. It takes an entirely different scale and proportion in motoring a motion towards both horizontal and vertical narration. For instance conducting a sixty meter walk into the boulevard, one may find very little of the scenery around changes, if not looking rather indifferent from point of departure. But a lift trip above the rooftop of say a twenty something story building, the compelling fista is already too unlike from what it is on ground level.
As down under is a vessel that generates, rotates, and permutates on high demand, where up above is distant, disassociated, and ambiguous figure of air. In a large sense, the concept of height itself is like a compelling big personality, that to divorce oneself from the pedestrian lives is like given the exemption off necessities.
Needless to say, taking an upward flight on its own merits alert one with the slightest movement under. Movement that resonates with the existence of being- of another Monday loop, of constant changes and of its own struggles. In such uncanny fashion, these hooman posit themselves like a large group of social insects. That from above they appear as this large ant vivarium projected through the looking-glass while perusing into the day-to-day; unaware having few birds company.
In my head, this must be some sort of an enjoyment for hooman nestling up in the air- within the boundary of these transparent curtain walls marking each of their individual territory. That it seems rather natural to fantasize over stories, incidents and encounters of the world yield under but not lived. Never worrying of not knowing if you are ever wrong, in order to make no questioning if you are really right. I’d like to believe, what height offers the greatest is this unconcerned attitude that feels so much like a fleet escape. Just like riding high in April while weighing in the tepid sea of time you come to agree it might as well shut down in May.
27 August 2019
CANDY ANTHRASAL 