Filed under: alltag, art, made in berlin, streetart, travels | Tags: friedrichshain, kreuzberg, ubiquitous streetart
And this is the part where I force you retroactively to come with me on a ruminative walk I took yesterday on which 1) I felt sorry for myself for maybe (probably) having swine flu and 2) took a picture of each thing i stopped to look at.
Come! come! Don’t dilly-dally there’s existential ponderings in store.
I present a tour of art and other oddities close enough to my home that I was able to tour them before I started wheezing.
Snarky commentary will be kept to a minimum, pinky swear yo.
these little guys live close by.
so much better than the zoo! ew, the zoo. last time i went there the lions freaked out and almost ate everyone.
ok then i took two steps and found some more things.
his job is making sure the animals are OK.
whoa, jim caviezel? no i think it’s jesus! wait no jim caviezel IS jesus, or like his earthly persona, which still doesn’t explain why he is looking all muralized in front of this cafe.
moving on.
(doomed to eternity on the same wall directly below jesus caviezel)
this reminded me of my childhood because you have to use your IMAGINATION to know what they’re saying.
i walked ahead for a block or two and ran into this little spitfire TOTally not caring about how badly she was clashing with the leaves behind. tacky, but ballsy.
the elegant berries disapproved.
anyway before you know it we’re crossing the bridge, off to the weird lands of kreuzberg, which, when you get to know it, you realize is actually a little like those people who when you meet them seem kind of dirty-cool smart-arty and standoffish but turn out to be completely…
oh no oh no! wtf!
danger.
aww nm, that is adorable, yes?
my mental image of berlin: funny-shaped rooftops against a big sky, with the chopped-off looking sheer white faces of sad amputated houses left to stare at empty lots alone. except usually there’s actually a face on it (no really, e.g.)
after sundown, our walk turns weird, with an orange tinge of evil.
you know it’s almost october when empty supermarkets seem so spooooky.
and there is something marrow-freezingly sinister about “Chem. Reinigung” that I can’t quite put my finger on…
anyway it is weird walking by people with their partay faces on while yourself feeling like something somebody tried to drown in a bag. an addled sense of vertigo with a twinge of nostalgia.
but mostly just SERIOUSLY hoping you don’t run into anyone you know.
and after all that walking you must be tired.
i leave you with: the shoe.
good night.
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hey the modersonne brucke and the land across the tracks is still F-shain. Kreuzberg is across the Spree river! oh yeah and that Netto,is in my kiez….not spooky just nice and quiet.
Comment by m June 21, 2010 @ 2:44 pmi know it’s Fhain, it’s my neighborhood too, after all. it’s called poetic license!
also ummm that netto is totally creepy.
Comment by glowlikeberlin June 21, 2010 @ 2:52 pm