As I were wandering today, what caught my attention, besides beauty, were the cut flowers lying on the ground every few metres.
I don’t like the idea of cut flowers, but I can understand the possible intention: someone who wishes to take home some part of the surrounding beauty, knowing it’s an ephemeral act (or hoping for the manifestation of an unexpected eternity). What I find difficult to comprehend is the throwing away: a flower cut only to be discarded away as waste further down the path.
Of course, one has to wonder: if this act is a mirror of wider social processes, what does it mean? Where else do we act in a similar manner? By cutting and subsequently throwing away?
And furthermore, what kind of internal action is being reflected here? What else – similarly beautiful and flourishing – do we cut, only to get rid off a little later?
And really, where does the boundary between these externalities and internalities of cutting and discarding lay?
I suspect there is not one single answer to this question.
