The spell that surrounds us
It seems as though a window or a door are the ultimate symbolic manifestation of the ongoing exchange between inside and outside, the private and anonymity.
How natural we oscillate between those two spheres, letting friends in and out, surround ourselves with foreign objects and establish through this a somewhat ribbon which we circulate over and over again.
The yearning stare out the window is much more than just an idiom. It signifies our deepest need to eventually find ourselves. However, we are aware of the dire need to leave this ribbon that consists of our self-created world made with record collections, book-cases, and french-presses.
In search of authenticity
It is not a new phenomenon that more and more city-people wish to move to the country-side. Being surrounded by nature was already most important for the romantics.
Nowadays, urban gardening projects are blossoming out of every single corner where there no cement is found. Balconies are transforming into little oases and those once mocked allotment gardens are now experiencing a time of prosperity.
In a time in which city people are screaming for authenticity and truth, nature must have become their new muse or perhaps even as much as a saver:
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.
Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Park)
Text: Antonia Märzhäuser
Übersetzung: Lara Konrad
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