21/01/2021
Today I've been completely engrossed by images of
It's an aesthetic that focuses on transient spaces, or more accurately, the eerie nostalgicness of these spaces.
A lot of the images almost fit a vapourwave vibe, but the most interesting ones are the mundane everyday places that punctuate existence. The almost memory of sitting by the window in an empty train carriage, waiting at the bus stop in the rain, an empty office, car park or school.
You get the picture.
These memories of quiet times when we are by ourselves give an almost or feeling.
I most recently recall that feeling from a Boxing Day almost 10 years ago. I went to buy an unwanted Christmas present in the form of a camera off of Gumtree. I rode my moped across North London. It was a snowy morning, and it was quiet - so quiet, then the lights turned green and I rode off away from that silence.
There are probably a few reasons for why I don't feel it more often, but I think it's heavily down to my use of my phone. For years now I have been reliant on my phone to occupy that space *between* places. After all, it's a non-space, right?
When I'm by myself and there is ~nothing~ to do, it makes sense to fill that space. But there is a value to those time, that isn't always obvious.
It's a space to reflect, but also to observe. To see the world and space you move in and process it. Transient spaces are certainty not the full picture of life, but they definitely frame it. I need to start remembering that.
Or as a wise man once said; Look, Look, Listen.