TONGUES

Guidances, Hidden but not silent, subtle but not weak, unity in diverance. This is a historic district of rebellion and anti-authoritarian culture, community protecting their own. To not waste is to not want. These buildings hold memories that will never be told in words, but can't you feel them. Tucked away in the corrosive expansion of the cities need for commodities, here exists a heart rigorously pumping. As you walk notice the shift in the street styles, between the community run housing, shops, and establishments, to the wide main street surrounding the circle. The air has a different density between them. Then the main street is more a hall with many doors opening up if you take the time to turn the handles. Light reflects like droplets, and sounds swirl. This is a dizzy place. Dizzy like east and west winds greeting each other, like clouds meshing, like words that want to be spoken but can't find which order to follow.

AR3ES Reflections
All around us the spaces speak. Of their time, the things they hold and the things they never will. Sounds are noise until you respond, then you are no longer subjected to the throbbing din but instead a resonant mouth carving a space for your own harmony. Tongueless conversation wait for you to respond, holding their lungless breaths until you do. You are a very small piece in the sentence, but it only takes one word to change everything. So speak now, speak to hear, and listen to be heard.