Reflections while studying for an exam
My grandparents live in a small town in the mountains of Virginia. I lived there briefly as a child and saw it as beautiful and pastoral surrounded by the Appalachians which i lovingly thought of as "my blue mountains." Most of my youth was spent in cities. My urban experiences allowed me to condescendingly call it "the town time forgot" peppered with a nostalgia for moments of my childhood.
Now i see that it is not that time forgot the country it is that it flows over it more slowly from the ticking cities of the enlightenment. the country houses the fragments of life before empiricized time. Time and space are compressed in the cities along with the cities inhabitants. Increased pressure in a system requires an outlet of energy that energy is released though fluxes and changes in culture. I thought it was time forgot the country. Time was born from the city. It is part of the exothermic reaction that is modern civilization.
My grandmother is so pleased that a Walmart is moving into her town because its bringing jobs to the area.
The parking lot is build on what was the pasture of the towns largest farm. I played with their children when I was young. The grocery store lies where the old barn used to be.
I've often scorn my grandmother for her conservative country mentality. Now i brood in abject pity that it is the city that allowed me to see more of the world, do understand the idea of "landscape" and "text" the same city that encroaches and destroys the only pastoral images of my youth.
As I start to appreciate and understand the country it is swallowed up by the behemoth i once took for a great god of culture.
Now I see the worlds as a single landscape i love and loath, and everywhere the pressure is building and time is speeding up
Now i see that it is not that time forgot the country it is that it flows over it more slowly from the ticking cities of the enlightenment. the country houses the fragments of life before empiricized time. Time and space are compressed in the cities along with the cities inhabitants. Increased pressure in a system requires an outlet of energy that energy is released though fluxes and changes in culture. I thought it was time forgot the country. Time was born from the city. It is part of the exothermic reaction that is modern civilization.
My grandmother is so pleased that a Walmart is moving into her town because its bringing jobs to the area.
The parking lot is build on what was the pasture of the towns largest farm. I played with their children when I was young. The grocery store lies where the old barn used to be.
I've often scorn my grandmother for her conservative country mentality. Now i brood in abject pity that it is the city that allowed me to see more of the world, do understand the idea of "landscape" and "text" the same city that encroaches and destroys the only pastoral images of my youth.
As I start to appreciate and understand the country it is swallowed up by the behemoth i once took for a great god of culture.
Now I see the worlds as a single landscape i love and loath, and everywhere the pressure is building and time is speeding up