Urban sketch #3

On today’s walk I go further than ever before: all the way to the Sky Park and the Sunset Park, two wonders of urban development right next to the neighborhood I live in since March. The Parks were formerly the world’s largest mound of municipal waste, spreading an unbearable stench and belching forth methane, which gave it the infernal qualities rendering the surrounding residential area rather unappealing. All this changed when, simultaneously with the World Cup, the city reconstructed the entire site and inaugurated the Parks, boasting incredible biodiversity (butterflies, grasses, sedges).
I am fasting today. The walk through the parks, that are separated by Seoul’s ubiquitous concrete veins but connected by pedestrian bridges, refreshes my soul. A different location, a different self. I walk on wooden steps and gaze at the big orange ball that is our sun; I walk on a platform that leads through high vegetation where the fireflies hide; I walk through a tunnel with industrial lights and large spiders: Nephila clavata had spun webs in front of almost every floodlight and the webs were full of insect cadavers suspended sullenly in the harsh light. I look at the venomous spiders and smile. Now I know where you live, my little friend. I’ll come visit you in your tunnel again one day.

Urban sketch #3 was originally published on Meandering home

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August 6. St. Petersburg, Parks, Pancakes.

Bryndis comes, the interesting girl from Iceland. Together we explore this amazing city some more, walk through her parks, feel happy as we breathe the atmosphere of this masterpiece of architecture. It is almost unimaginable that this place has been a swamp only three centuries ago. At home I make pancakes, just to do something about my mission of Pancakes around the Globe, the one aspect of Dutch cuisine I take pride in, and that is usually welcomed in the continents I try it out.
A handy thought experiment if you feel you are not in the center of the universe. It goes as follows: construct an adjective which superior version applies to your location as well as to a series of growing sets to which such an adjective can be found, that are all containing each other, and eventually being the universe thus concluding a trace. I write this in Helsinki and my trace is “the largest city in the coldest nation within the strongest economic block”. From now on, you are always in the “place to be”.

August 6. St. Petersburg, Parks, Pancakes.

Bryndis comes, the interesting girl from Iceland. Together we explore this amazing city some more, walk through her parks, feel happy as we breathe the atmosphere of this masterpiece of architecture. It is almost unimaginable that this place has been a swamp only three centuries ago. At home I make pancakes, just to do something about my mission of Pancakes around the Globe, the one aspect of Dutch cuisine I take pride in, and that is usually welcomed in the continents I try it out.
A handy thought experiment if you feel you are not in the center of the universe. It goes as follows: construct an adjective which superior version applies to your location as well as to a series of growing sets to which such an adjective can be found, that are all containing each other, and eventually being the universe thus concluding a trace. I write this in Helsinki and my trace is “the largest city in the coldest nation within the strongest economic block”. From now on, you are always in the “place to be”.