Copenhagen

An early, sunny morning, I am lying on my back on a pavement somewhere in Copenhagen. I am lost, but getting lost, I discovered this amazing sculpture, that resonates with me. I would call the sculpture “trying to make ends meet”. Which is a proverb in English which expresses that you struggle to keep up with all the demands put on you. The sculpture was made of three fat men who tried to put a long stripe into a circle. Reminds me also of running in a hamsterwheel, or rolling that thing up the mountain again and again and again. As in the mythology of Sisyphus. Cleaning is somethimes such a task, not very well paid, many cleaning ladies have more than one job. Also, when cleaning, you basicly do the same thing again and again and again, it seems neverending. This is why I find tidying projects more satisfying because there you actually have the feeling sthg. changes, it has a lasting impact on a person. Lots of thoughts come up while I lie on my back, staring at the sculpture, trying to get an ants perspective. Ants live in the base of the sculpture, they also have an ant road. I wantched them for a while. The early morning sun woke them up. Not sure if the ants watch me, I guess they just can`t be bothered. Maybe other people watch me, but it seems like in Copenhagen it is pretty normal that tourist lie around on pavements. I used to complain about tourists walking too slowly, or walking backward with their cameras, coming from a touristy area myself. From today on, I won`t complain, I promise. Can`t be much worse than having tourists lying on pavements.

I end my relaxing day at the waterfront of Kopenhagen with another sculpture. This time on a traffic island of a side street. Now I have some cosy grass to lie on. The bum of the Titan sculpure is pretty impressive. He has a huge ball on his shoulder. I try to focus on the ball, but my gaze gets redirectd to the bum. These sculptures remind me of the manure bugs we saw close to Bratislava, on a hike. They keept rolling about their ball of shit. It seemed such a futile job. Reminded me of us humans, we like to roll about our shit too. Keep talking about it till nobody wants to hear about it anymore. A scientist article explained those shit rolling bugs get off their shit faster if they have protection on their feet, esp. when it is hot. What does that say about humans? We let go of our shit more easily if we have protection? Protection from stressful surroundings? The more stressful it gets, the more we cling to our shit? In what sense does it protect us? Would we be as confused if we, all over sudden loose our shit? Searching for problems all over the place just to have our occupation back? There is always the question of serious issues and dwelling on them for too long. Who determines the limits, the boundaries, the too much of shit? To what degree does out shit become our identity? I lie there staring at the bum and smiling to myself. What a cozy afternoon in Copenhagen.