AN AWAKENED CITY!

The spot where your body starts and ends is the spot where this city starts and ends….

The shadow was growing… the energy was coming out from the crashes… There were car crashes… airplane crashes… city crashes! The blood and steel were unifying as they had never come together in this way before. The new city, which is brutal, was separating itself from the ground. The city was singing:

Who can see me as I am?

Who can tell what I am?

Look at me… I am the blood that you breathe…

I’m you… I’m your mirror… I’m your pain… I’m your fear…

I am proposing a living city that will grow with every piece – which won’t break the unity. When it achieves a social and spatial bond, this city will grow from its own seed. This is a form of inside to outside growth! It has begun to develop from the life energy coming out with crashes! This is the third day of crashes! Stone, earth, and blood are becoming a united whole in a way that we have never seen before!

The new city was searching for those who were injured, who had nowhere to go, who had experienced the CRASH! While taking the crowd inside, the city has started to flow in the air. It was gaining more power as it took more people inside… It was searching, teleporting those who do not belong to your glittering cities anymore!

Life has never been without movement.

How can a place be without it?

How can cities be without it?

Can’t you see? Your high culture is broken into pieces! Sub-cultures cannot find life anymore in the places they were coming out of, were excluded and insulted. The shopping malls, streets, fabrics of the social structure to which these people cannot be a part of, alienate them! For whom did they build all these places, and now, to whom do they serve? Debris quarters of these homeless, poor, immigrant people are separating from your glittering cities!

I wish we could stay without pain at the wound of a knife.

I wish we could play games without stages, without lies.

I wish it would be only the waves that destroy our castles made of sand.

I wish I could be the pilot of my planes made of paper.

I wish I could scream and someone would hear me!

Watch the presentation that I made for the Architecture Students Meeting in 2004.