I chose the grave that stood out to me, and ended up next to a grave that held not one, but four bodies underneath it. Members of the same family who died at all different ages. Were they satisfied with their existence? What would they have changed about the course of their lives, if given the chance? Did they lead or follow? How did those around them impact their decisions, the way they carried themselves?
I really hate this cheesy shit -- but I ended up asking myself most of the same questions before the voice over the headphones prompted me to.
At the beginning of this trip, I was worried about falling into a routine and becoming too comfortable with my Berlin norm. Robotic. Going through the motions. I think that's something a lot of people fear. Remote Mitte made me begin to fear it again.
Technology is dope. But technology is an oxymoron. It makes it easier to communicate with one another but it strips us of our humanity. It puts a literal barrier between us and the living, breathing humans around us. What are we so afraid of? Why do we fear genuine connection and contact? Why do we try to take ourselves out of our realities? Why has this become a need?
But yeah. Remote mitte felt like an acid trip. Super spaced out now.
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