Tropical Phantasmagoria

Places in the world keep getting caught in the web of events that link exrefugees with refugees: in euro/southern-urban metropolis and small american towns. Lines of travel get painted on clouds of misty mornings with cold rain. The land of the gypsies comes closer to the wedding scene in Kusturica's account of the gypsy dreams. As all this takes place in momentary impulses of dislocated time zones, the tropical misty morning is here to remind us of the hot and humid mornings felt in the skin in everywhere and nowhere places. It has come to be known, and must now be realized, that it will be through the law, (come to know and bear on what may be too much Derridean readings for this blog) that these/our lines of dislocation will cross, finally, in a tropical mist in the colombian mountains, i.e. La Esperanza (yes, hope). So, as Benjamin once wrote, "The panoramas too are in fundamental complicity with this world of mist, this cloud-world: the light of their images breaks as through curtains of rain". On boredom, the eternal return.