Looking the busy Patersstraat from a different angle, a second floor. I was drinking tereré (mate, ice tea version)with a good friend and while chatting, different people/cars have passed by. To watch from above gave me the sensation that time passed all around me in an odd intensity.
When everything around changes so fast but you remind in the same spot, feels unnatural somehow.
I noticed that the bakery infront has art nouveau decorations, not impressed by. It is way too simple to qualify (according to my standards) as good example of art nouveau style in Turnhout or anywhere.
Afraid of starting to analize my life together with buildings, I kept drinking my minty drink and talking about the nice weather and irrelevant topics while discovering hidden details all around.
Your writing is like poetry! Love it! You should write a story!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paris! Actually, I do! in www.lifewordsart.blogspot.com but It´s depressing poetry, I warn you. Also I write often about art in http://lorenaybe.hubpages.com/ .
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