Image: Cover of Yellow & Green album by Baroness
I’m not dead, Motel de Moka is not dead…
It’s summer… So, let’s go swim!
Gracias a @inconexa, @sonicgu y @gatosingracia por su -indirecta- inspiración.
Image: Craig & Karl
“The Walkman changed the way we understand cities”. William Gibson
As a sociologist, writing about supermarkets would commonly turn into a strong critique of capitalism and its consequence on a consumer society. The exploitation of workers, and a whole etcetera of social disadvantages that I don’t wish to address right now, first and foremost because they give me tedium.
Back when I was studying sociology, entering a supermarket felt slightly worse than turning to the “dark side”. Buying in a supermarket meant that I had become an accomplice of the ‘global exploitation system’ no matter if the cart was full or if I only went in for a box of matches.
Now it’s been more than one and a half year since I left school and I have gradually reintegrated to the everyday world – the one where the prejudices of ideologies are replaced by doses of indifference.
Sunday after Sunday, when the clock hits 11 a.m. I have to go do the shopping for the week.
I’m not sure what happened, but it took a mere two weeks to let myself be seduced by the peculiar rationality of the supermarket. Maybe everything changed the day I decided to wear headphones. Here it is, readers, the selection of things I listen to while I decide between red or yellow apples, peanuts or chips, which brand of detergent I should get or which toothpaste removes more plaque.
Ever since I bring my music with me I feel like I’m altering the order of things in there. Of course it would be very naive of me to think that I’m in some way bringing down the system by doing so… in reality, I keep going back week after week because we’re always running out of toilet paper.
Photo: Lars Tunbjörk
The winter is just around the corner, and the last entry which I had around here, was totally dedicated to summer.
Never too late for a welcome to an omnipresent autumn.
Regarding the playlist … I wasn’t very sure about including that Deerhunter song, although it is one of my favorites from the group. I got stuck in the idea that it disrupts the overall mood of the other songs … in the end, though, I wanted it to reach out and I dared to include it. Hope it doesn’t affect your enjoyment and you enjoy the rest of the selections.
We are not dead…maybe some members of the staff were kidnapped by aliens, but they are not dead.
Just having some kind of technical difficulties with life.
Ilustration: Gerhard Richter
Photo: Charles Bergquist
In summer we go to lie together beside the wather all of the things of the city mean half as much when we finally take them inside
The slow water lapping the sun on our skin and the shadows we cast echo fr ages dogs also happy lying like this huddled together
on the beach in and out of sleep with ancientness hovering over like a protecting hand. 
When we are sleeping, aeroplanes carry memories of the horrors we have given
our silent consent to into the night sky of our cities and leave them there to gather
like clouds and condense into our dreams before morning. 
There is no changing of the seasons, in the electric city and no real darkness.
The street is iluminated all night with orange light and the concrete is like a carpet.
We have dreamed the street as a room and it has become true
There is no indoors or outdoors anymore. 
Let’s get drop out the funky beats of the last playlist. Keep on the way to bed time, without losing pace.