During lockdowns..Spring came.
Ieva sent us a piece last week on Spring and streets.
Yes, one way or another spring came! I guess it made us reflect on how perception was altered during the long lockdowns: more attention was given to empty corners, cityscapes changed meaning, every sound filled the body evermore.
We were of course not the only one looking around. Through drawings, Floor sketched away her peaks, her corners of Amsterdam during lockdown with delightful simplicity and wittiness. When we saw them we thought about Ieva's Spring and evening light and brought the pieces together.
Spring comes with the evening light.
Warmth increases the entropy: I bounce off my walls with much more force than in winter.
Somewhere in another world, the streets get more chaotic. Last week or whenever water was dripping from the melting icicles, and my steps in snow had a different rhythm. In the time of change and revival, it is frustrating not to feel particularly adaptable.
I read a phrase yesterday, “dare to stay the same”.
It got me thinking about bravery of the idle; constant content in the rapidly changing world. In many ways, I think I have often moved away in the spirit of escapism, a way to escape the challenge of facing the status quo. More often than not, also facing myself. It is difficult to know when to leave and when to stay, and it is even harder to judge which requires more strength. To quote the New Yorker cartoon, “the apocalypse movies never mentioned all the sitting around.”
And so, the spring came in our apocalyptic boredom scenario.
Waters started trickling; birds started causing havoc in the backyards of our buildings. I found myself constantly having to reassure myself that my ever-stagnant state is enough for now.
My after-work routine – the pillar of my monotonous stability – to lay back with a book and give up to the darkness has crumbled down with the option of the late evening walks.
I dare myself to be brave and repeat Heraclitus: “The only constant thing in life is change”.
Alas, spring comes with the evening light.
Warmth increases the entropy: I bounce off my walls with much more force than in winter.
During lockdowns..Spring came.
Ieva sent us a piece last week on Spring and streets.
Yes, one way or another spring came! I guess it made us reflect on how perception was altered during the long lockdowns: more attention was given to empty corners, cityscapes changed meaning, every sound filled the body evermore.
We were of course not the only one looking around. Through drawings, Floor sketched away her peaks, her corners of Amsterdam during lockdown with delightful simplicity and wittiness. When we saw them we thought about Ieva's Spring and evening light and brought the pieces together.
Spring comes with the evening light.
Warmth increases the entropy: I bounce off my walls with much more force than in winter.
Somewhere in another world, the streets get more chaotic. Last week or whenever water was dripping from the melting icicles, and my steps in snow had a different rhythm. In the time of change and revival, it is frustrating not to feel particularly adaptable.
I read a phrase yesterday, “dare to stay the same”.
It got me thinking about bravery of the idle; constant content in the rapidly changing world. In many ways, I think I have often moved away in the spirit of escapism, a way to escape the challenge of facing the status quo. More often than not, also facing myself. It is difficult to know when to leave and when to stay, and it is even harder to judge which requires more strength. To quote the New Yorker cartoon, “the apocalypse movies never mentioned all the sitting around.”
And so, the spring came in our apocalyptic boredom scenario.
Waters started trickling; birds started causing havoc in the backyards of our buildings. I found myself constantly having to reassure myself that my ever-stagnant state is enough for now.
My after-work routine – the pillar of my monotonous stability – to lay back with a book and give up to the darkness has crumbled down with the option of the late evening walks.
I dare myself to be brave and repeat Heraclitus: “The only constant thing in life is change”.
Alas, spring comes with the evening light.
Warmth increases the entropy: I bounce off my walls with much more force than in winter.
