I am surprised how many people (even in SCP) like a silhouette in front of an exotic beach under a special light (usually a sunset).
But why our aesthetics, our perception of beauty only surfaces in situations we do not feel concerned with?
Why our liking goes only to "illusional windows" that we may hang in our living room but not hide under our bed for private reading? (mind you, this is not a puritan discourse)
The beautiful and the ugly, the important and the trivial can have equal artistic value. Moreover, if there is something left to discover (blame the Greeks and their classic aesthetics for this), it may be found only in the dusty roads, the ravaged buildings and the turfed concrete.
We should shift away from the aesthetic rightness and go into the truth of disorder, embrace the revealing and the compelling rather than the contemplative and the placid.
Elena uses the buildings shadow to create a zagged crack, a fractured habitat, where the openings are not doors nor windows. They are not even post-war remains. Originally, "apocalyptic" meant revealing, and this picture is inviting us to scratch one by one the layers on the wall and make appear all the devotion to build, all the violence to destroy, all the humiliation to conceal.
The passer-by was probably a witness of all this, and passing by in a hurry is his only hope to be able to forgive.
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