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Between Here and There
A divide between the digital and the real
You’d be forgiven if you’ve wondered how long a person can draw out a narrative regarding Barcelona after spending only two and a half days there. Trust me, dear reader, I’m keenly aware that this is a slow drip of information and nuance designed to capture those prescient moments between the senses. I have a gallery of updated pictures, and I will provide the link at the bottom of this story should you want to peruse it as time permits.
I’ve spent most of the day today running errands and shaking off the cobwebs of yet another moment of time zone offset. There’s nothing like beating the sun to the rising, and yet, less than 12 hours later, I’m in the throes of a heap of work, distracted, happy, and plotting my next adventure.
Today, I want to draw your attention to how our world is shaped and formed. The edges and curves, the rust and shiny new metals, the glass and sand, the dull and the worn smooth speak of our world in different ways. When you look up through a distorted lens of glass and metal, you see the lines differently, rigid and inflexible for their sole task of defining space. When you step foot on a sandy beach, the contours of the grains shape themselves to your foot, defining an experience that is deceitful for all the effort expended. Our world is crafted of these…
