Friday 12 December 2014

Inactive Tunnel


You are not there for any specific purpose and when you are there you are not sure what you are supposed to do ! You clear your throat a couple of times, you yawn, scan everything that is within your line of vision, and finally after a few awkward eye-contact decide to take out ‘’the ultimate time-killer, your cell phone. While happily fiddling around with it, you thank whatever supernatural deity you believe in for the invention of ‘’Smart Phones’’. You are certainly better, but you still have to wait for long before you are finally emancipated form there!
In case you are wondering where I am referring to, you can conjure up images of any time you have been to a waiting room, departure lounge or generally any place where serves as an intermediary space that stands between you and your destination, and has no other function but this. In urban environments, we spend an awful amount of time in these ‘’transitional spaces’’. The bad news is that there is no possibility of circumventing them either, as there are no ways to get around them.

 In order to get to our desired destination we have to pass through these transitive stages.
The city is full of them. It is as if cities are huge labyrinths of intertwined cells that are connected by wormholes that would get you from any cell to its neighboring cell, and only and only to the adjacent one. The cells are our destinations and the wormholes are the transitional spaces. No matter where you are, at hospitals, governmental offices, restaurants, subway stations or prisons, you are bound to wait for certain amount of time to get to your final destination. The most striking feature of these spaces is that they are usually considered to be common spaces. There you are expected to enjoy only a limited freedom, as it is not your space so you cannot perform any intelligible act. You are there to just sit and wait and not to generate any meaningful action. The only voice that you hear when in these transitional spaces is a shrouded murmuring that lurks in the background, an incoherent and incomprehensible clump of undertone that is most representative of its also meaningless individual components.

No comments:

Post a Comment