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At the risk of straying into overused platitude territory... Biking home today on the Ring, all the new green - spring, rain - the trees, the patches of grass under the trees, all such a stunningly brilliant shade of green, so wonderfully alive, and it seemed literally ages since I'd last seen that. On the other hand days are blurring into weeks are blurring into months so fast I'm almost shocked that it'll be already May next week. Strange paradox.
Something that struck me looking at the pictures from cityscapes on my friends-list... Now I do love Vienna, maybe because it's such a profoundly unspectacular, comfortable, slow-moving city, generally lacking in grandeur and extremes. It suits my personality, I guess. But looking at many of those pictures I can't help wondering why modern architecture here is almost always so blandly mediocre. I never even knew I could be interested in architecture at all until a few years ago. Now most of the new business and government buildings I saw in Berlin are on a scale I find slightly intimidating, but I fell in love with almost everything I saw in Copenhagen two years ago. Here... ::shrug:: I remain unimpressed. I finally was on the roof of the new library on Saturday, and it does have a nice view, but otherwise.... again, ::shrug:: The steps are too steep IMO to be really inviting to sit there, and frankly the location isn't one that particularly invites to linger, what with four lanes of traffic on either side. And don't get me started on the pointless half-assed ego trip that is that roof thingy on the Albertina.
Strange dreams this night/morning; while I don't remember much, one was on the nightmarish side, which I only realised after I'd returned from the toilet and couldn't decide whether to try to slip back into the dream because I wanted to know how it'd go on or to stay awake and be frightened.
Later, when the alarm rang, one about M. (the disastrous crush from waaay back), still (or, as the dream seemed to suggest, again, with his long hair) looking very cute.
Sometimes I find these glimpses into my head a little scary, the sheer wealth of imagination beyond my conscious control; to discover what my brain apparently still hasn't finished dealing with, as it insists to bring some things up again after so many years...