(the) Hidden City
A blog, long form continuation regarding nothing in particular. The concept of a hidden city refers to this idea I’ve had about “discovering” a remote, obscure, irrelevant part of town that seemingly exists in its own paradigm, like something out The Twilight Zone. What I mean is, like a place that lies outside the grasps of modernity, perhaps a small floral market that caters to the few working-class locals who know about it, yet the shelves are stocked with unknown brands, manufacturers, commodities, invoking a sense of wonder or curiousness that, yes, perhaps there’s an entire realm, an entire city that exists outside the bounds of your periphery and reality. In the barest sense: a (very) tame sense of wonder, excursion, mystery and a little bit of magical-realism, though the latter without an obtuse premise.
It is of my opinion, that within the current American cultural zeitgeist, there exists a multitude of concepts and discussions happening about ideas of parallel-universes (or multi-verses, space-time continuums, etc.). Of course, I’ve come to this opinion by simply consuming an abundance of media entertainment currently available. I can’t speak for anybody else, so what I will say is that: I’m currently fascinated with the concept of “crossing-over” into a secret reality that’s seemingly hidden in plain view. Parallel-universes or realities, as far as a theme, plot device, motif or what have you in fiction, entertainment, etc., ultimately sparks this child-like curiosity and wonder in me.
What about if it’s true? doesn’t seem to really matter, nor be relevant (actually, in terms of relevancy to the proverbial state of the world, thinking about parallel-universes is about as useful as trying to develop ESP in my opinion) in any case, because I think the thought-exercises involved with attempting to digest such a proposition (i.e. “alternate” realities) into utilitarian thinking can spark interesting and creative ideas.
Maybe seems to be the key word. I’m not sold on any, fundamental theology, philosophy or dogma about how to interpret our world, and perhaps this inundated skepticism within me is the backbone to supposed (or what I’d like to think is) open-mindedness. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want something of the sort to be at least partially true, but, that may be in part due to my own nerdy-stubbornness, naivety, and ad infinitum.
Where I’m at today? Maybe we create our own hidden cities, and it’s a state of mind?
Maybe.
