OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR MAY BE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR
Out of the many factors that determine our attractions and repulsions, I am currently intrigued by the role that distance plays. For starters, I am near-sighted, which means I cannot see far. Perhaps that explains my attention to, and obsession with, detail. Like a scavenger, I roam the streets, heart pumping, jaw-dropping at the sight of” shoddy construction techniques, colorful assortments of detritus, flaws, quirks, errors (you know, the things that give a place it’s personality, which in-term adds to it’s beauty).
But simply noticing things does not justify my allurement towards them - does it?
Undoubtedly, the physical and temporal space between myself and the city I was born and raised in has shaped and shifted my relationship to it. Longing, nostalgia, romanticism - all things I am guilty of, and yet…
The peculiarity is consistent; it is certain of itself; it does not hide or shy away. It is hard to miss, really, but it’s possible you are too close to notice. That’s what happens when we look at things for too long - they become blurred and fade into the background.
