flora&fauna: 2012

Friday, November 16, 2012

i am not the one you are looking for.
you are not the one i've stopped looking for.
how sweetly time disposes of us
as we go arm in arm over the bridge of details:
your turn to chop.
my turn to cook.
your turn to die for love.
my turn to resurrect.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

a little death

salem

medianeras

“buenos aires is growing uncontrollably and imperfectly. an overpopulated city in a deserted country. a city in which thousands of buildings rise into the sky. arbitrarily. next to a tall one, a small one. next to a rational one, an irrational one. next to a french one, one with no style at all. these irregularities probably reflect us perfectly. aesthetic and ethical irregularities.

these buildings, which adhere to no logic, represent bad planning. just like our lives: we have no idea how we want them to be. we live as if buenos aires were a stopover. we’ve created a “culture of tenants”. the buildings are becoming smaller to make room for even smaller ones. apartments are measured by their number of rooms and range from five rooms with balconies, playrooms, servants’ quarters, and storerooms to one-rooms apartments also known as “shoeboxes”.

just like almost all man-made objects, buildings are made to differentiate between us. there’s a front side and a back side. high and low apartments. privileged people have the letter A or sometimes B. the farther back in the alphabet, the worse the apartment. the promised view and brightness rarely coincide with reality. what can be expected of a city that turns its back on its river?

i’m convinced that separations, divorces, domestic violence, the excess of cable TV stations, the lack of communication, listlessness, apathy, depression, suicide, neuroses, panic attacks, obesity, tenseness, insecurity, hypochondria, stress and a sedentary lifestyle are attributable to architects and builders."

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

affected

"you are not here just to fill space or to be a background character in someone else's movie. consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to would be different without you. we are all connected, and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us." D.N.

soko

Friday, September 7, 2012

honest moments

"maybe things don't happen for a reason. maybe we're just grasping for ways to make sense of the chaos around us. maybe we're giving meaning to things that have no meaning. maybe we're clinging to hope so hard that we forget about reality. what if we're wrong and nothing is meant to be? we're just lost souls wandering endlessly, desperately seeking comfort from the notion that things will work out in the end - no matter what. what if we've tricked ourselves into believing that everything will be okay in the end just so we don't have to face the reality that maybe it won't?"

everything will be okay.

unconsciously conscious

all i'm losing is me

"why are we so full of restraint?
why do we not give in all directions?
is it fear of losing ourselves?
until we do lose ourselves
there is no hope of finding ourselves."
- H.M.