Onderhuids - de illusie van de maakbaarheid

Outside of time “And for most of us, leading lives of quiet desperation, the milestones of our lives pass by in a blur. Always we live with the feeling that life is elsewhere. In the space of two-hundred years all notions of continuïty and all sense of place and identity have been shredded in the blender of modernity and nothing ever stops, long enough for us to give it a name.

While we drag ourselves from point x to point y on the tramlines of our hierarchy of needs to swallow each new spoonfull of vile medicine, each kick and pleasure. We occasionally pause for breath at the window and look out and just faintly hear the reedy, ghoulish woosh of time. Time, the enemy stealing everything we never had away from us, breath by breath.

Go find the nether places between day and the night, where the walls are thin and you can for a moment step outside of time. One second of joy absolves a lifetime of sin and sin itself is only sadness. Where am I? For once I don‟t know, and this not-knowing is to me a quiet and subtle flavor of heaven. Only in this space, where the unknown is allowed to be, can the new, flower”. Beauty in Decay, Urbex.