How strong is the lonely driver? The motorist rages on over highway and through residential neighborhood, but has no idea what he's headed for or what he's looking for. The roar is like that of the known hollow vessel.
It was in my thirteenth or fourteenth year of life that the car on the picture above this message first appeared in the streets of Europe and in my case next to the apartment building in which I lived as a child. It was when I remember well a slightly green metallic performance. I didn't know what happened to me. The design was so super futuristic and so beautiful and elegant, especially for a car. Since I was sensitive to shape, appearance and beauty very young and as a creative person also for industrial design, it was only a small step for me to imagine that this was the car in which I would drive into our pathetic street in my 18th birthday, when I had obtained my license, when I planned to visit the past. That I would leave that neighborhood quickly was already for me. This remarkable car, perhaps the king of cars, in which I was allowed to ride a few years ago during the photo shoot of it, of course never came, nor did the driver's license. I didn't think cars were important enough and far too environmentally unfriendly to participate in the rat race.
What's with all the car wrecks and especially the owners? The illusion that the vulnerable child is safely stored in a piece of tin that can shoot away wild roar from one moment to the next, God knows where, gives a powerful and untouchable feeling so it seems. It is the drammer in us, the same drammer, who, together with the critic, makes me write this blog, which can be huge in this way. The drammer who dethroned the ego.
Isn't it better to dethrone this sacred cow and stand still? To travel from the car to real autonomy? A real journey with a permanent goal, which you can enjoy at home in silence.
