It occurred to me today that it could be tremendously beautiful just to drive straight in one direction from the center of the city into the country, going from the extremes of urban order and chaos into the calm autumn void of the most remote countryside. There is such a vast contrast between those two, and something about that contrast is strikingly beautiful.
The opposite—going into the city from the country, and watching as the lights and structures gradually, gradually, and then exponentially accumulate as the hours pass—I used to enjoy when I took the bus home for breaks during my college years.
What is it that is so exquisite about these massive transitions?
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There is something about the novelty when you see a state “born” or “dying” that makes you realize that it isn’t always there, and you actually LOOK at it instead of becoming acclimatized to it. I think also that we just like contrast and diversity, and change. It must be “wired” into our aesthetic sensibilities.
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