This dream I had was dark-this place I saw was dark. Though it did not lack beauty for it still retained its light and shine. For quite a while now I have been completely fascinated by urban planning and the idea that human beings use the elegant design of cities to cure the human condition.
Last night I dreamt that I was in a place with a Northern name. I sat on an empty beach with a friend- a glistening quiet metropolis-loud with piercing sterile white lights to our backs.
The sand was soft and slightly moist, although the grains were fine the shore was interrupted by large jagged boulders that went up to the waist of a human of average height. But this northern inhabitance was simply not an average place with lethargic terrain. Unearthed would be brilliant sediments in very strong colors: violet, golden yellow, radiant green, orange, ruby, aquamarine, pink...
They did not go without accompaniment since gazing towards the sea I would see a separate city created entirely for aesthetic. Built in honor of nebulas, stars and space stations glowing throughout a dark abyss-which was now a black ocean that in its ominous depth promised that there was no other land to touch. It longed for us- softly- lapping 10 meters from our bare feet. The city out there had a different type of edifice erected- a skyline composed of illuminations shaped in bulbs forged out of nothing tangible- frozen explosions, throbbing orbs, ad infinitum fireworks- constant happiness. they carried congruent if not exactly the same hues and shades as the chalky panel rocks glittering the sand field.
The administrators of the city- no matter how serious and logic-minded- pursued even more beauty for the citizen. Swelling harmonies in sporadic progression produced by the colors of the city were assembled in mid air and caressed all it could touch- the bass tones were not heard but felt nearly on the ground against the bottom of my feet or tenderly against the skin carried by the wind.
Behind the clouds shined grand flashes of white light that illuminated the back of clouds and intensified the spectrum of colorful shine that the vast city in front of me projected.
2 comments:
Darkness also has its beautiful qualities too. Darkness provides quietness, a serene state of being. Would it not be for darkness could we be able to admire the subtle yet instantly recognizable light at the end of the tunnel.
The concepts of dark and light are found all around us. One of those recurring themes of life.
Exactly my point. That's what I found fascinating about Scandinavia.
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