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Photo of the Week 244


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Photo: Maarten Zeehandelaar

Life is a waterfall,
We drink from the river,
Then we turn around and put up our walls.

from 'Aerials', S.o.a.D. 2002

He left me here, to wither. But once upon a time, before concrete, happy people strolled along this boulevard. Among them my owner and his wife, and his mistresses and his girlfriends. Yes, I was Loveboat, I am not ashamed to say it. I close up real well, you see. I have seen more lovemaking than most of you will in a lifetime. That owner of mine, a charming philanderer if there ever was one. But he left me.

I don't think he meant to leave me. I wouldn't have left me, had I been in his shoes. I think the concrete caught him by surprise. You see, he and I, we are made out of the same material. We are made of Pu, of uncarved block. We don't do so well facing those who have transformed into concrete blocks. The concrete block is such a persistent affront that it makes us bashful, weary, that some of us can turn into this. Because that is what happens.

All of us, all of you, uncarved blocks from the start. You may not know it, but it's true. No one is born into concrete, not even those with concrete parents (after all, they weren't either).

You know what the big difference between uncarved wood and the concrete block is? To those of the uncarved block happiness, joy, is inherent in all things. For the concrete block happiness is something to be won, gained, conquered even – and by consequence always at the cost of something, or someone - a loss, a loser.

Of course we all feel like concrete sometimes, or think that concrete is the way to go. The trick is, or so it seems to me, not to forget where you came from. I hope they will remember here, before the end. Make this boulevard a happy place again. This is what I am waiting for: to see my owner strolling along, all aged and wrinkled and crooked, but with that spark in his eye, a damsel on his arm and my key jangling in his pocket.

Text by: Peter-Jan Vermeij

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