As I continue to absorb and fantasize about modern Dutch living + thinking, I am curious as to how a freedom of thought brings a sense of anonymity to one’s own experience of living in a world with more rules and less regulation.
I feel a sense of emergence when I think of all the ways I might grow up in a better world.
I am still unclear as to the practicality of engaged sexual contact in the pitch black of queer spaces in the NL.
The slumping movement of asynchronously devout Catholics in Spain provided me with a glimpse into daily devotion on a calendar beyond the one we abide by.
I feel a kinship with the fragility of porcelain, as inspired by Delft
The lineage of simplicity in polder ownership is historical but always in flux. This is where it is most impossible to break into the culture of the NL as a whole.
There are countless monuments and historical placards in the NL. I often find myself leaning against or sitting upon them. I really wish it was always clear what brought about each monument’s creation.
I feel like a rare bird amongst many rare species when I am in one of the NL’s parks. Here I am at the Vondel.
There are so many narrow-to-deep storefronts jammed packed with new merch for sale and odds n’ ends to be resold and picked up from personal lives, the homes of others, etc.
On the few occasions whereby I was invited into the homes of friends in the NL, I noted that interior design is an exercise for all — irrespective of aesthetic skill. After being hit on by a couple in one such instance, I noted all the ways the home was signaling the unwelcome advances.
I asked myself against a truly multi-colored backdrop of self-expression and faith kept very personal.
This is a maxim for travel I enjoy. The idea of mentally hovering above the experience of a place to understand the flow of people, ideas, and things. Yes, things. Objects, in particular.
Every person in the NL is a fix of flesh and cold. The blue white nature of this cannot be appreciated enough.
Go to there.
The stopwatch sense of time (second-to-second, clicking of new metal machinery) was an empathic response to all that I’ve learned in seeking understanding about how we got to today.
