This blog is far too complex and philosophical, but also incorrect about a lot of things. After the first few mammoth philosophy posts I hoped they would die down into little insights here and there.
Photography has really interested me for the last few days, since the whole truth/beauty thing started playing on my mind. When I moved to York, the whole place was somehow charged with sanctity. I promised myself I would walk the walls every day, I would find myself drawn to the cathedral just to admire it.
But, as the weeks have gone on, I've found that I never look at the cathedral anymore, I just take it as a fact of life. I walk along medieval city walls every day, and the only things I think about are spaceships and money and how tourists are slowing me down.
It seems obvious I've made a mistake. Coming to this city, I tried to live in its beauty all of the time, but the beautiful needs to be distant. So I've resolved to set the city walls apart as a place to go on special occassions, and to start taking photos, because photography is a basic way to change reality into a representation and therefore to have reality return as the object that it is in itself. I will also make sure I make a few comics. Because this is a way to simplify the world and reveal what matters most.
So far, so good. Yesterday was the most beautiful day I have had for a while. I was selling newspapers in a small village in the Yorkshire Moors. My boss took me into the moors and it was a totally different world.
The high point of the day was when a bar flew into our van and smashed the windscreen. Someone had forgotten to tie down the beer tent, and as we were selling papers it got caught by a gust of wind and this huge marquee flew right past us into the car park. It went through three rows of cars before we managed to stop it.
Myself and at least thirty other people took it apart. And for the rest of the day people talked about how they wished someone had taken a photo.
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