in the shopping center

by walterdoege

I don’t like to walk in the city…I feel fear…I like to see city from the window of an airplane, my house, a taxi, a shopping center…the city away from me…city is dangerous…the city I live is dangerous…the shopping centre I feel as a small city with some security…and seeing the people i feel me more connected with them…some human manifestations touch me a lot…two little babies playing with each other impreessed me a lot…also the families parking…the people, the world…my world, the people…and the city I feel a wild space…a shopping center I feel as a poetic space and a narrative space…the shopping I like to walk bring me reveries of days gone by…remembraces of good people…I can survive in a shopping…I can live, just walking…walking a little bit…and so sit down in a café and see the movement…from another window…feel the life from another window…my looking…shoping center I feel as a small city intro a big and dangerous city…in meantime I buy a book or a CD…and usually I shop nothing