A day in the life: Pt.9
12:00:01pm. St Kilda.
Morning became afternoon as I wandered towards St Kilda proper. Along the way, I passed this wonderful theatre, looking (like much of St Kilda) a wonderfully charismatic combination of old charm, modern decay, and occasional neglect in between. This is just about the only angle that reveals this particular mix, as the sides of the theatre are almost entirely enshrouded in thick canvas. It’s a work in progress. It’s just not clear what that progress is aimed towards…
Behind the order, there is always chaos, straining to get free…
I love how the light interacts with the buildings and the glass – almost playful in what it chooses to reveal and conceal…
The city seems to stretch out forever, endless blocks and grids and lines and angles, in every direction. It is choking, clogged, strangled, and uncurling ever further.
But sometimes all we need do is change our view…
A life is a thing of many splinters
sometimes they fit together and we see a bigger picture, jagged lines and chaotic textures aligning to create a whole.
Other times the pieces won’t fit, and all we see are the spaces between the parts that we hold.
Always though, no matter how complete the picture,
we live it together –
with people we love, people we meet, people we brush past in the street or glimpse as we ride into the belly of the city.
We are all part of the jagged, clumsy, patched-up thing, finding and losing pieces of ourselves and then finding them all over again.
Sometimes it’s just simple patterns, the lure of geometry, disrupted by movement, a human factor…
The city is full of surprises. Some are large; others small… all are interesting, if we remain open to them.
Something is not quite right…
Like a sudden jolt, the needle skipping… a rupture into the pale blue afternoon.