columns as interdimensional spaces
Which dimension am I in now? Is the busker still playing, the cranes still lifting materials, the fountains lifting water? I am down in the earth, down under ground with the water, sunk below the surface, weightless, limitless, drifting between illusions of real, unreal, this world, another world, this place, the next. I am in my body, then reflected in the glass windows of the building across the passageway.
I appear and disappear, in the glass, in the realm of the colonnade, in the glass, into myself, in the glass, into another world, exterior, interior.
In entering the colonnade, we drift to another dimension, the silent, mute stone drifts us deeper into ourselves, our interior, the site’s interior between illusions of real, unreal, this world, another world.
When we leave here where will that leaving take us? Will we remain in the place of this feeling or does the cityscape shift us to yet another world? Will this (time) traveling through here remain with you and I in our memory? Can our memory follow us back to this illusion? We slowly drift back towards the sounds of the city.
Where is Mt Royal from here? Where is Park an der Ilm? Where are the Cave Hills? Where are we beyond the columns, the gates, walls and fences? Drifting here from elsewhere over the barbed wire and scaffolding. Finding our place and memories enfolding. The dimension is altering, one more step and we leave this world for another, leave the calm respite for our next encounter. I feel the spinning of the earth floating in immaterial space. We are but drifting through realities, the colonnade our conduit. This passage a sanctuary, a found ritual movement, an unexpected encounter.
