Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Dust on the Mirror

"Life/ Soul is like a clear mirror; the body is dust on it.
Beauty in us is not perceived, for we are under the dust."

Dhaka is cooling slowly, but there are thunderstorms on the horizon. Big flashy displays of lightning and rain, humid and dense. Went into the city to sort out some IT issues... always think that a computer is the extension of the person, unfortunately the greater condition of the human race is now dependant on technology. So when my computer suffers, I suffer. What a state! my previous machine came to the end of its life as a windows survivor, but truly broken, and that is the state it made me adopt as well; we mirror our objects. Now my Mac has photoshop issues and I feel graphically impaired. Wonderful!

So anyways after the 'computer city', found some interesting sculptures made out of circuits and electronic parts. and caught some other 'vibes' around the city.

I learn everyday from this city, indeed any environment, which makes me reflect upon the statement at the beginning of this entry; I was going to dive into a whole lecture into philosophical analysis of this, but i'll resist! Let the perceptions of each discern its own interpretation.






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