graff in a backstreet of the bauhaus, seen & cherished in august 2011.
an inspiring friend & & old wise man to be, currently absorbed by the metaphysical task to start an encyclopedia on emerging cultural techniques, orders, styles; the poetics of facebook (besides having some decent academic stuff going on); so this gent shared a scribbling from a real-life-wall recently with me; some lines probably taped on a wall in a house where, i imagine, he spent a bunch of youth days, and i note with particular interest, that he did not post it on the ‘wall’ we are all using in the space people conventionally talk in, in the voyeuristic semi-privacy we learned to enjoy. therefore i hope he instantly forgives me for writing this note, in brief, as i could not resist sharing these lines. they touch. the desire for “the place where fantasy and earthly things are metamorphosed into a work of arts” and “to lay down one’s life for others in need” are indeed fragments of a “goal in life”. “i think”, the author ends her statement, on this wall from the past, which is perhaps gone already? this is how we live and imagine. sharing. i think.