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Display a printable version Hidden City, Danyael, Mnemosyne Archives A city is defined not by its buildings, by its history, or even by its citizens, but by the connections between all those elements. Buildings are connected by roads, people are connected by relationships, buildings and people are connected by history. It's these ties that bring a city together during times of crisis, tear it apart in decadence and corruption, or simply cause it to wither and die. Those who understand this see the hidden holy shrines; the places where connections new and old weave through the city. They know that moored steamboats and disused railroad tracks are just as important as freeway interchanges and telephone switches. These people can see the true city, feels its pulse, hear its desires, and bask in its full glory. In the middle of a valley, right smack where two large interstate highways collide, above two major rivers, sits one rather odd city: Sacramento, California. Live here long enough and you'll start to see what strange things can happen. For most of us, Sacramento serves as a reminder that all people are connected. You might run into your old college roommate from back in Chicago, neither of you knowing the other moved to Sacramento; or a co-worker from years back who still remembers you and has an opening just as your last employer went out of business. Sometimes, the connection isn't even about you -- it's about the city using you to remind someone else that they cannot escape their fellow man. For a select few, though, Sacramento does more than just bring people together -- it remakes them. One man is about to discover this as he is thrust into the strange, unseen world upon which cities are built. If you are truly faithful, the City will provide. 01 - Good Friday Danyael Archives Our world moves around us, ordinary and complacent. Only when change hits us suddenly do we push ourselves onto it, changing the world in turn as it has changed us. We act through agents - religion, ethics, morals, traditions, habits ... directing each of these to accomplish the ends our inner selves need and desire. We shield our psyches from the raw universe via these agents, existing always as innocents within the protection of our defenses. As with the Almighty, our agents act as angels, enacting our will upon the world around us. However, when we grant our agents a will and momentum of their own, and the ability act of their own accord, the world becomes a strange place. The natural becomes supernatural, things once familiar become twisted and alien as we spiral out of control. Trapped and helpless in the face of the power we have granted the things that were once created to serve, our individuality shrinks until it disappears. We are left a simple machine making no true decisions, only following the commands of a dead creator. In a world of freedom and choice, though it be mundane and unpolished, a place in which millions pray everyday for a sign of divinity and and escape from our mediocrity, would you really wish to see an angel? 01 - Dumpster Diving Mnemosyne Archives When we are children, our world is without shape or form. Show us a ball, the ball exists. Remove the ball and it does not. Our world begins and ends at the reaches of our perception, and only the development of memory allows us to form the building blocks from which we construct our reality. When the ball is removed, we remember it, and now that even if we cannot see it, it still exists. Everything that we see and know is built upon our memory, including ourselves. We are creations of our own experiences, whether sharply recollected or dimly. As our memories change with time, so in turn do our personalities change, as we forget and forgive, and as new memories inform our older ones. In a way, we exist only as the reflection of everything that has come before, knowing that somewhere out there in time or in space, the things we have seen are still there. But what if those things are NOT still there after all? What if forgetting about something made it cease to exist? What if all of creation hinged upon the importance it had in someone's memory? If you show God a ball, and take it away, does God remember that ball still exists? 01 - Revisiting Old Wounds Photo by Jeremy Tidwell, Copyright 2005 |
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