A day of a fair world...

Today I had a day-off.
An overcast and
gloomy day
to call my own.




A day without
fluorescents,
specimens of
countless Kelvins.
Their evil fluttering light
turns my insides into
a strob-ing capitalistic dance party.

Nauseating!

Having woken up at at a reasonable hour, and knowing my unreliability in creating a day plan and general proclivity in wasting a day in sweet idleness, I got into my auto, clutched and loaded up on an Americano and a chocolate croissant.
I pointed the nose to the north-east and the machine's tires hissed quitly along the wet pavement to the main artery.

From the freeway I spotted the gigantic remnants of the old World Fair installation.
Having never gone, I decided to brave the maze of exits and through a torrent of honking and curses at my horrid maneuvering managed to end up within walking distance of the Pavilion.

Normally I would not be impressed at the sight of symmetrical iron and concrete structures where it not for the fact that I was the only person in the park.
I assume Midtown would be just as impressive if there weren't a million people crawling on the sidewalks, squinting at the light with their bad morning breath.

What a great idea!


The groaning of old concrete swayed by the wind, creaking iron, and the violent whistles of taut cables, actually made the banality of the scene meaningful.
A metaphor of structural abandonment; a heavy contrast to the optimistic Weltanschauung of the 60's. Our culture reflects our humanity and looking around I couldn't help feeling just how much things have changed in 50 years.
How much promise these structures must have held.
The millions of dollars spent on creating a hope of a globally-unified future.
Sadly money doesn't buy happiness but only time.
These structures hence, are still standing.