Nadaism is not dead

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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Looking around

The day after I stopped working I went to the Indian consulate in Brussels, (for the visa, which was getting urgent). I remember it clearly, it was a shitty day in mid November, last year, tough wind and cold rain. After a queue nearly 2 hours long, I went for late lunch to a Chinese restaurant in the center, which is a place that I liked a lot, the restaurant I always went to when I was in Brussels. I even knew more or less the menu, anyway that day I asked something I was not sure that I had tried before, and it was really excellent, what an amazing taste, unbelievable. Then, I had a nice coffee and I went to the station, to go back to Antwerp; it had stopped raining for a few minutes, and I passed by the Place de la Bourse and I found that the building was beautiful and I didn't think I had ever noticed before, even if I had been around so many times.

It’s a different kind of feeling when you actually look around you, when you don’t just spend your day mechanically and not perceiving what’s going on. I think I have had full weeks going to the office and back home, including the weekends, with my eyes and senses quite shut. It does not have to be very big things, (depends on your day I guess), but starting the basics; e.g. maybe in your visit to the loo you are not focusing and you don’t quite feel that sensation of relief; it looks quite common to eat quickly and not really tasting the food; or even if the sky is grey there might be nice clouds moving around or a storm or a yellowish sunset due to the smog.

I’m not saying either that everything is beautiful or that it is all going to be alright or that your life is going to be bright or that you should be always there with a smile or anything like that. If by chance you thought I’m saying that, I suggest you read the text again taking it more literally.

Today it’s bitter cold outside, crazy London in march. The icy sensation gets inside through your clothes into every single corner of your body. This is not a fable and there is no moral.