October 7, 2009. Bryant Park. Carousels remind me of the fantasy of childhood day dreams, and even adult walking dreams. When you were mounted on that mighty stead, flying swiftly anywhere, even if it only went in a circle, you could construct a world where you could win, where you could enforce ‘right’, at least as far as you understood it. On the back of a horse, you couldn’t help but be victorious against the villainy of the tyrants. And then there they were, on the backs of horses. What tricks were played on those poor animals to put them on the wrong side?
Saturday, October 10, 2009
I Dream All Day
October 7, 2009. Bryant Park. Carousels remind me of the fantasy of childhood day dreams, and even adult walking dreams. When you were mounted on that mighty stead, flying swiftly anywhere, even if it only went in a circle, you could construct a world where you could win, where you could enforce ‘right’, at least as far as you understood it. On the back of a horse, you couldn’t help but be victorious against the villainy of the tyrants. And then there they were, on the backs of horses. What tricks were played on those poor animals to put them on the wrong side?
