Once People constructed a dense city...
They packed and folded their culture into a giant Urban Arc and fled..Fled away from danger and a legitimate past bounding them with the Place.
The construction took a couple of years to complete...During that time they embedded their consensus in a diverse, heterogeneous and perverse built environment, praising proximity, difference, multiplicity, congestion, complexion, contradiction as fundamental social values. Since there had been arguements regarding the generic form of their "city" politicians and planners agreed in a theoritical envelope shaped as a bean, through which each individual citizen would inhabit space by the act of deteriorization of the generic bulk.
And there it was..A sperm of urbanity, a floating concrete genius loci sailing over seas and time, looking for the New Place. The shelled-city begun its vigorous voyage. This urban mitochondrion survived through wars, revolutions and social-economical changes. Signs of human hatred, use, inhabitation and dereliction covered the city walls.
When they finally reached the New Place, a cultural Big-Bang ocurred, a Pandora' s box opened and unleashed societies into the vast empty nothingness of the uncharted lanscape. The once unified, dense civilization scattered into fragments of urbanity, ruptured and unfolded. An almost forgotten word has been re-added to their vocabularies and enery-day language: Suburban. New generations evolved and blossomed around the abandoned, wrecked Arc. Artists praised the Era of the Big-Bang with their work. Everybody was happy, peaceful and equilibrial. Everybody except the old men and women who had lived and survived the trip of the Arc. Nostalgia and misery enfilled their hearts. Their inertia infront of the New and Bright future made them return to the "old city". And after several walks through the once filled with life concrete carcass, they died there peacefully slowly and steadily turning the Arc into an informal cemetery...
The construction took a couple of years to complete...During that time they embedded their consensus in a diverse, heterogeneous and perverse built environment, praising proximity, difference, multiplicity, congestion, complexion, contradiction as fundamental social values. Since there had been arguements regarding the generic form of their "city" politicians and planners agreed in a theoritical envelope shaped as a bean, through which each individual citizen would inhabit space by the act of deteriorization of the generic bulk.
And there it was..A sperm of urbanity, a floating concrete genius loci sailing over seas and time, looking for the New Place. The shelled-city begun its vigorous voyage. This urban mitochondrion survived through wars, revolutions and social-economical changes. Signs of human hatred, use, inhabitation and dereliction covered the city walls.
When they finally reached the New Place, a cultural Big-Bang ocurred, a Pandora' s box opened and unleashed societies into the vast empty nothingness of the uncharted lanscape. The once unified, dense civilization scattered into fragments of urbanity, ruptured and unfolded. An almost forgotten word has been re-added to their vocabularies and enery-day language: Suburban. New generations evolved and blossomed around the abandoned, wrecked Arc. Artists praised the Era of the Big-Bang with their work. Everybody was happy, peaceful and equilibrial. Everybody except the old men and women who had lived and survived the trip of the Arc. Nostalgia and misery enfilled their hearts. Their inertia infront of the New and Bright future made them return to the "old city". And after several walks through the once filled with life concrete carcass, they died there peacefully slowly and steadily turning the Arc into an informal cemetery...
