phoenix just released their album alpha zulu, and now i descend into winter solstice on repeat.
on halloweeen; i no longer remember, nor still know the difference between techno and house.
on musuemsnacht koln; a merry occassion organized by yours truly, gathering the arab diaspora group with musuem-people togethers and hellos at the ludwig musuem. over four floors of abstract art, sketches of plants, political-art tv booths, and confusing hallways, clearly the surrealism section tops the rest. behind a single dali’s painting, which i care not too much for, was the original idea of tagging your friends ala max ernst – A Friends’ Reunion. amusing to see dostoevsky and breton up there.
afterwards, a rare access to the top of the cranes overlooking the dom and the rhine. where all stood huddled in their little groups chattering silently over the *actual* coming of winter, an end to the year, a new beginning of sorts for some. 15 minutes of cycling later, we enter a building of artists’ studios sprawled across four floors – each an exhibit of the artist’s room, the artist, and their work. at the end of the corridor, beyond the black curtain, a performance art of the female body, again, with an oriental tinge. the other continues to be seen as the other – shall i gaze into your belly dancing and see a true liberated self emerging out of it? i shall not try to understand.
so it seems that this umrah trip of ours is not going to happen after all. while i am not so sad, thinking that perhaps after all redemption (or perhaps i associate facing the Kaaba means the surrender of all ego, and deep seriousness/attitude towards religion amal-wise), perhaps this should not happen so soon. ich bin nicht bereits. so it seems that new years / christmas season will be a quiet affair here.
a visit to the kinderwunschzentrum. an application pending to perhaps continue studying in berlin. perhaps i am too bitter about the dutch to study netherlands, maybe the (slighter) east is more understanding.
new affairs to consider or dabble into, then?
it is french season this month – still haven’t read any book of Houellebecq, but somehow suddenly remembered this essay. next ; remi brague, if i manage to find his book.
perkaraperkara 