The transport took me at the place where the subterranean machine was placed, nowadays it is known as “Arts et Metiers”, marked in the transport system as a stop in the brown line. It came out from the mind of a Belgian artist, who materialised the story I am trapped in and that he never wrote. I was supposed to get all the information over there to continue the journey. Above me the mechanisms which should enable to sail up to the open sky. But I couldn't see any informer and here I stopped on the bronze platform. The transport system consisted of mechanic vehicles, foot passages, stairs, miles and miles under the city. Labyrinth of urbanity. When I got in I lost my way. First the blue line, then the red, then the orange and finally the yellow was found to be the link to the brown, and my instructions kit (otherwise called “map”) clearly indicated this as the last stop. Was the “map” re-producing/re-ducing the physical space or the other way around? I didn't asked myself that question, and I continued simply standing and waiting. Two or three other vehicles passed again. Then the mechanisms on the roof started to move, without explanation and slowly we all sailed up, not just myself, but the whole subterranean machine sailed up, and it was blue and yellow again.Sunday 6 April 2008
Arts et Metiers, Paris, 4 April 2008
The transport took me at the place where the subterranean machine was placed, nowadays it is known as “Arts et Metiers”, marked in the transport system as a stop in the brown line. It came out from the mind of a Belgian artist, who materialised the story I am trapped in and that he never wrote. I was supposed to get all the information over there to continue the journey. Above me the mechanisms which should enable to sail up to the open sky. But I couldn't see any informer and here I stopped on the bronze platform. The transport system consisted of mechanic vehicles, foot passages, stairs, miles and miles under the city. Labyrinth of urbanity. When I got in I lost my way. First the blue line, then the red, then the orange and finally the yellow was found to be the link to the brown, and my instructions kit (otherwise called “map”) clearly indicated this as the last stop. Was the “map” re-producing/re-ducing the physical space or the other way around? I didn't asked myself that question, and I continued simply standing and waiting. Two or three other vehicles passed again. Then the mechanisms on the roof started to move, without explanation and slowly we all sailed up, not just myself, but the whole subterranean machine sailed up, and it was blue and yellow again.
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Hello,
this story kinda jumps out from the usual Porcarorama.I was trying to figure out why. Obviously the long moment of brown line nderground dazzeled you so much. Must say that this is the most original description of any undeground machine or just good old Metro I have ever read.
Thank you G.
Keep on.
Korana
Yes koka, you're right, this post is not exactly following the usual Porcarorama plot.
The reason why is that the "Art and Metiers" Metro Station is the contact point between two cities, the real Paris and the imagined Phary, which was conceived in the mind of the belgium comic writer and architect Peter Schuiten.
A special place like that required something different.
Cheers
G
Thanks,
Wicked;)
Koka
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