July 26, 2012
"During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year,
when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone,
on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country;
and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on,
within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building,
a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. ... "
The beginning of "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allen Poe
Illustration: Alexander Fredés/2012
July 24, 2012
from the time when esthetics were not important,
when design were nothing to think of,
only the urgent needs of having shelter,
nothing human, only a shelter.
now, when times had passed by,
when people need not only a shelter
but, a place to live,
the house built in a hurry
looses its motive
it has become ugly.
now, it's time to fell it down.
it becomes suddenly a ruin,
it looks as a picture taken in Berlin after the war
it looks like a fallen church, a monument that nobody wants.
the images against the dark sky
and strong brightness become like chapels
monuments of the pass.
ph; © alexander fredés/2012