Donnerstag, März 02, 2006
St Andys Close up...
To reply to the comments earlier...
Maybe St Andys close up can be described like this glass of approximately 16-hour old self-made orange juice.
It is a thick, oozing yellowy liquid, that is still rather fresh. And very healthy.
St Andrews is a rather lively town. Very quirky, in that way. But it never actually moves anywhere. It is so comfortable being in one place, why would there have to be any movement at all? The little movement that may be there comes about from some people trying to tip over the glass every now and then... Oh, and healthy, because we are by the sea. And close to the highlands. And we have good air. Apparently.
It consists of two parts - a hard, thick part blocking off the other part, the liquid, fluid part (which isn't as thick and oozing as what I mentioned above.)
It is this hard part that prevents much movement from happening. Some people are trying to break through, but it just won't work.
You can poke holes in it, and often that will make some liquid flow.
And there will be many small trickles, but nothing to change the state of that glass.
It is only when you shake it, that its contents come splashing down, leaving only remainders of what was once in it on the glass walls.
Hasn't happened here yet in a long time. But the number of people who'd be remainders is scary.
I won't even go into all those nasty bacteria floating around in it, trying to fight one another. Or the way everything is so superficially happy, so naively beautiful. "Awesome, cheers mate, how are you doing?" And in the afternoon we jet to "Europe" [mainland Europe] to show how cultural we are. In german we sometimes say some people have a horizon "from 12 until midday".
Of course this is just a part of this place. But sometimes that is the only part you get to see, and it certainly is the part that tries to attract the most attention to itself.
As for the juice, a bit of shaking, and it went down the drain. As I feel St Andrews does sometimes...
Current Music: Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
Maybe St Andys close up can be described like this glass of approximately 16-hour old self-made orange juice.
It is a thick, oozing yellowy liquid, that is still rather fresh. And very healthy.
St Andrews is a rather lively town. Very quirky, in that way. But it never actually moves anywhere. It is so comfortable being in one place, why would there have to be any movement at all? The little movement that may be there comes about from some people trying to tip over the glass every now and then... Oh, and healthy, because we are by the sea. And close to the highlands. And we have good air. Apparently.
It consists of two parts - a hard, thick part blocking off the other part, the liquid, fluid part (which isn't as thick and oozing as what I mentioned above.)
It is this hard part that prevents much movement from happening. Some people are trying to break through, but it just won't work.
You can poke holes in it, and often that will make some liquid flow.
And there will be many small trickles, but nothing to change the state of that glass.
It is only when you shake it, that its contents come splashing down, leaving only remainders of what was once in it on the glass walls.
Hasn't happened here yet in a long time. But the number of people who'd be remainders is scary.
I won't even go into all those nasty bacteria floating around in it, trying to fight one another. Or the way everything is so superficially happy, so naively beautiful. "Awesome, cheers mate, how are you doing?" And in the afternoon we jet to "Europe" [mainland Europe] to show how cultural we are. In german we sometimes say some people have a horizon "from 12 until midday".
Of course this is just a part of this place. But sometimes that is the only part you get to see, and it certainly is the part that tries to attract the most attention to itself.
As for the juice, a bit of shaking, and it went down the drain. As I feel St Andrews does sometimes...
Current Music: Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
# posted by derniko : 12:40
