the metamorphosis of the city center from historic corridor to outdoor commercial mall
the metamorphosis of the pedestrian from a public ‘escaping boredom’ to a consumer ‘embracing boredom’
boredom is different from loneliness
the metamorphosis of ‘boredom’ from play to affordance
the metamorphosis of expression from playground to publicity
the metamorphosis of freedom from discovering one’s own amidst the differences of the many to the many obeying the (often corrupt) privilege of the one
the metamorphosis of the city is the metamorphosis of its society
the metamorphosis of the environmental landscape is the metamorphosis of mental nature
the metamorphosis of man to cockroach is a reminder that cockroaches (will) outlive men — it is a return to, an end of, or becoming a being other than human, ancient even
metamorphosis is the human redesigning themselves to a coma, maybe death — to an uncertain afterlife, surely
metamorphosis may (seems to) be the design of extinction to an original life form, hybridized
this metamorphosis is an accelerated alienation
an alienation from oneself?
an alienation toward oneself?
no one will be able to afford
no one will be able to escape
a (rat) race…
no one will win because no one can see the freedom anticipated by the finish line
no one wants to win because fear catches up
freedom turns into fear
nowadays, public space does not mean freedom but fear
freedom of living turns into fear of dying
freedom (by death — as the ultimate finish line) turns into fear (of life — living as the ultimate fear; fearing as the ultimate life form)
this metamorphosis seems fierce to oscillate between freedom and fear like that — between life and death
this metamorphosis could be the everyday life or the critique of the everyday life
it certainly is the habit [habitat, (in)habitation, (h)ability] of the everyday life
metamorphosis makes every day possible
metamorphosis makes life possible
thus, metamorphosis is a materialization [in mind + matter] of time
The world finds itself on the brink or eve of yet another fundamental shift, and since it is October or harvest-time, the shapeshifter that is metamorphosis, this uncanny and cunning habit turns into a doubleheader (hint), a double-edged sword, a trick-or-treat, hollow and even. So it might be useless to caution the darkness of the hollow eve or the hollowness of its events.
It’s definitely better to warn of the abyss of light instead. That’s why we have Hallowe’en — the metamorphosis of (a consumable) remembrance (now lightly consumed).
the hollow eve(n) between time lost and time found, not quite regained — is it fall or is it autumn — i forget
All this to say happy halloween! [As I’m sure I didn’t spook anyone.]