Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
High-rise urban legend
Living in a public housing block, everyone knows what you mean when you said you hear noises from the ceiling at night. Particularly the kind that sounded like marbles hitting the floor. Especially when we were kids, all sorts of legends were circulated - generally in the vein of there are inhabitants "in between the floors." It makes me hair stand even now.
The dreams of the little shopgirls
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| The Mass Ornament, "The Little Shopgirls Go to the Movies", Siegfried Kracauer |
On the art of pleasing in architecture
(Le Camus)
Yet what I am concerned about in this thesis, might be less about pleasing in the sense of what is beautiful, but pleasing in the sense of satisfying the desire for mystery in the inhabitants of a city...
Mystery
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed.
-Albert Einstein
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