24th of July, Ibiza.
"Today I walked listening to the music of Marconi Union in loop “Sleeper” again. It was the first day I did the full exercise from home into town. I know this way so well I thought music would help me to separate me from the known. It was already quite hot although still morning. It took me a good fifteen minutes walking before I was fully concentrated. It happened when I reached the fountain area. I felt I was in an unknown place, similar to Brazil. The details I observed gave me information of run down surfaces, dirty tiles on the floor, harsh colours from souvenir shops with all the plastic lyloes out for tourists. I was able to feel I was in an unknown town just observing what was immediately around me without knowing what might be around the corner.
Buildings appear to be saw edged cutting into the ground, cutting through violently the trees and remaining countryside.
Buildings are gigantic monsters looking over the line of trees, looking for the next pray.
In a way I feel threatened by this white large mass (hotels), attracting little humans into it´s guts to turn them into waste.
Palm trees have a naughty nature, cheeky. Tall and thin go up above the rest to shake their feathers in the wind and dance, but don´t get caught up with the moving trash at floor level.
Human bodies moving like shadows in harsh colours. No presence.
I observe the emotional effect on me. Don´t stop the sensation, just recognise it.
Walking in this, though this. Wonderland at it´s worst. “
