#flaneurs

Walter Benjamin, “On Some Motifs in Baudelaire”, Illuminations (1970)

Charles Baudelaire

Talking about the history of Shakespeare and Company on a stroll through Paris.

an interdimensional projection, a signpost, a door, and a warning

i mildly vandalized some trees during a walk around the lake this morning. on my way home, three great blue herons flew over my head in a way that felt ornithomantically (sic) significant, but i dont really know.  i went to a couple of estate sales. at the first one, i was appreciating how the carefully organized garage workshop was slowly being dismantled, dispersed, and reorganized into other carefully organized garage workshops around the county, around the state, around the world eventually.  but then suddenly sad. sad to hear geriatric old men stop evaluating the quality of the tools and start telling each other how much they would enjoy stabbing geriatric old politicians har-de-har-har. and then mad. the second estate sale was in a gated neighborhood and the mad came with me through the gates.  they had two kitchens and those hot water taps over the stoves and everything in it was nicer than nice. they had better than decent taste in art.  some face jugs that looked old enough to have caused nightmares in generations of children. i was so mad at them for dying gated and safe, so comfortable and so satisfied. mad that i let the stabby old men make everything go dark.