My City
Rules limit the space,
Long large grey lines of asphalt
traced on the ground.
These lines we call roads.
Roads are there to tell us
where not to move.
On roads we have other lines
traced on them, white.
These lines are symbols;
each symbol is a rule
there to tell us where
and how to go.
Concrete and bricks are there to shape space
Shaped spaces are called buildings. Buildings tell us where
not to live and not to work.
One building limits its inner space. Many buildings shape an outer space. This outer space is filled with words, symbols, ...rules.
Strongly suggested, the messages are hard to be ignored.
Suggestions on how to live and think and move and eat and drink and dress. This is a city.
This is a work about a city, Port au Prince, where rules and limitations are
just suggestions blown in the wind.