Another Walk into Faerie

There are times when the lure of fancy and faerie become too much, and I give in and escape into these lands...as I walk alone through empty pathways late at night and the cold wind blows...another world comes to the fore, away from mundane, everyday life...

Sometimes you can imagine that the puddle of rainwater on the road is a mirror into another world, a shadow wraith is standing behind a tree and the mist is its breath. Soft dripping sounds of rainwater become the tinkling laughter of faerie balls in faerie halls.

Maybe, maybe if you step the correct number of steps, turn at the exact, magical moment of say, 2.33am just at this corner...

Then the bird on the tree, singing the morning song, is no longer a bird...perhaps it is one of those magical creatures who exist on different planes in different shapes...a parallel world.

How liberating these escapes are...how delightful! How I wish I could escape there and live another life, rather than the mundane one I am living now, with deadlines and responsibilities and 'societal norms'...

shall I escape into a soundscape, a dreamscape...

My dreams are getting more and more vivid, weird dreams that I remember when I awake, laugh at and continue my day.

I have a submission for urban design tomorrow, and I haven't started. :)

I'm in that mood. Do you know how cities can fascinate one so?

City lights, the streets of gold...look down my window to the world below...I feel so cold, I'm all alone....

Some people love city life, the coldness of it, the starkness of individualism. Touch and go relationships, no strings attached. City life is a way of life. Small groups of friends, you can see the same lady in the train every weekday for 5 years and not know her name.

What is the heartbeat of a city? Can you hear it? Thump thump, dup dup...is it the people? If you transport the people of Las Vegas to Detroit, will the Detroit sound like Vegas? Is it the activities carried out there? What makes a city? What determines the boundaries?

I rather liked the scene in Hellboy (watched it last holidays, haha...dad gave us a sheaf of cds and asked us to watch them, rate them, and tell him if it's worth watching) Hellboy is okay, I loved the symbolism in it, and the visuals were stunning. The ending was totally predictable, although I rather liked the idea of the blue aqua man falling in love with the beautiful princess of the underworld. I loved the design of the ballroom (not the architecture, it's a different world) because it kind of suggested the feelings that I got from the book Johnathan Strange and Mr Norell by Susanna Clarke, a story of the Magicians in London in an alternate universe.

Oh yeah, I've digressed, anyway, the part where the last of the behemoths is destroyed in the city...well, i like that scene. It's eleven. Okay, fine. Urban design, I'm back.