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Mediocre Memories


At the end of every summer, social platforms tend to get overtaken with throwback posts that reminisce on good times spent with a variety of people in a variety of locations. Although this ''phenomena'' is most abundant at the very end of the summer, it never exactly comes to a stop, i.e. it is everpresent throughout the whole year. Naturally, I, too, dip my toes into the waters of nostalgia, however, in the past year or so, it had come to my attention, that I'm most nostalgic about completely mediocre moments of my travels. For example, I'd be going about my day, when a feeling would wash over me (as it does), and I'd suddenly find myself wanting to walk around a parking lot in Rovinj, or freezing my coastal meditterranean butt off while wearing a spring jacket on cold and foggy Holmenkollen, or waiting for dinner time in a hotel room on the outskirts of Stockholm. Compared to all the great adventures and museums and sights we all experience on our travels, talking about gray parking lots and the tiles in the bathroom of my hotel room in Stockholm is nothing short of being inexplicably boring/uninteresting. However, upon giving this topic a bit more thought, I've reached some form of a philosophical conclusion (who would I be if I didn't at least try to sneak some philosophy in my posts).

Here's the thing: travel has never been and never will be nowhere near being completely stress-free and flawless. We've all endured the loss of certain objects, various stages of cultural shock, misunderstandings with the locals due to the language barriers etc. While paying a visit to all the standard tourist attractions is undeniably great and provides a great opportunity for all the instagrammable (or generally just sharable) photos, we all now that that is no way to truly experience a location you're exploring. Thus, like the photos that are taken on those tourist attractions, everything is posed. A country/city is best experienced when the traveler steps off the beaten path and weaves into the spaces that genuinely belong to the locals instead of the tourists. In addition, if and when the traveler opts for a packed schedule consisting only of landmarks+tourist attractions, the times that are best remembered are the mediocre ones. Simply because in those, the traveler isn't merely passing by certain aspects of a location in order to take the general photos and run along to stay within the assigned schedule, but instead exists in it. Waiting in line at a grocery store only to buy a snack and a bottle of water, we notice the interaction between locals, we see what kind of food the locals like, we get a better undrstanding of the place we're visiting than we would had we only been mingling around the tourist attractions. Similarly, walking down a parking lot in Rovinj got me to encapsulate the summer heat, especially due to the overheated asphalt, that would give me 2nd degree burns had I been so reckless as to step onto it barefoot. 

The mediocre moments are the ones that make the travel real, they make us aware of our existence in that place. It is a shame to go to a city and not see it in its true form. So next time, when you find yourself somewhere completely without context, do yourself a favour and take it in, appreciate it for what it is, pay attention to details that make the space unique or genuine, and maybe you too will find yourself being nostalgic about completely mediocre things instead of the spotlight moments, thus having your trip immortalised in mediocre memories. 

(All photos are taken somewhere in between on a select few of my travels)

To what extent do you agree with me? Do you prefer the tourist attractions or the hidden gems?

x, Valens

Life Lately: January


Let's not beat around the bush: I've neglected this blog. It is safe to say that I'm not proud of that, but prioritise I can, and prioritise I did. By that I mean that I have devoted all my time to uni work, which is, to put it gently, abundant. Between AutoCAD drawing and model making, the end of the first semester has approached with me standing somewhere in between security and inexplicable stress over the subjects I don't understand. Today's lectures have turned out to leave me with two extra hours of spare time, and because I technically don't have anything to do for uni, I summoned the will to finally update this blog (or what is left of it). Instead of moaning about uni, I'm here to tell you a bit about what it's been like to live in Slovenia's capital.

Dorm deco
Like many, I too have, upon finding out I'm accepted to my selected university, been most excited about personalising my dorm. In light of having at least someone/something remotely alive in the room, I invested in 6 tiny cactuses from Ikea (y'now, the tumblr ones), which I definitely named: Alejandro, Roberto, Fernando, Gianteo, Gianluigi and Gianpiero. Somewhere along the line I realised I don't like the smell of my dorm, thus a candle has found its place among the cacti. As I am a bookworm, I couldn't refrain myself from bringing a couple of books. My favorite is The Little Book of Hygge, which I turn to whenever I want to bring hygge into my dorm, or just want to reminisce on my week in Scandinavia. There were some dents in the wall, which I took the libery of covering with a lovely composition of postcards and artcards from my travels, film negatives, and polaroids. December came, and that section of the wall got a pleasant addition: the Advent calendar. The ultimate Advent calendar, really, it was Lindt. I taped it to the wall, and on a lovely December morning, as I was sleepily seeking my will to live in a large cup of coffee, it fell on my head, rattling me to my very core. I went to uni sans my will to live. My sister got me a branch to imitate a Christmas tree and made some decorations, so my dorm was more festive than I ever got to be. I also put up a large picture of the Blue Lagoon in Iceland (love me some Iceland), and a drawing I had to do for uni that happened to turn out nice. Now there's a calendar taped to the wall, I hope that one doesn't come after me. (Edit: It did come after me. I should invest in better tape.)

Ljubljana
I'd been warned before moving, that the city I like very much will soon become boring and annoying. That turned out to be true in terms of people, as I am having trouble listening to the wide selection of different accents the fellow students use. What's nice about life here, is that I go through the city centre every day, and thus get to capture all the beautiful buildings in lovely lighting. This especially paid off on the day we got snowfall, as I had the chance to stroll around the parks and alleys and photograph Ljubljana in its winter wonderland glory. I recognise the potential of the abundance of lovely cafés scattered all around the city, and my professors are constantly telling us about various exhibitions in all sorts of galleries, however, due to the lack of company and time, I haven't gotten around to see any of them yet. The other day I walked up to Ljubljana castle to see an old renovation done by Plečnik, and it was on that Wednesday morning I realised how very out of shape I've become, for the max. 15 minute walk had me panting like a walrus fresh out of water (not completely confident in the accuracy of the description but ok).

Travel
Obviously I hadn't gotten around to wandering about the world yet, but I do have some good plans for the future. My seminar has organised a week long trip to Southern Spain in March, so expect a lengthy post about that. This year, Venice is hosting the Architectural biennale, and you don't have to guess twice whether I'll be there.

Living alone has gotten me well in touch with myself, my mentality, my patience, my working habits, and my organisation skills. I've noticed that I'm fairly tidy, but can't possibly summon the time to sweep. Cooking is very nice, though it would be even nicer if I weren't on a clock to return to uni. I'm excited about this student meal program thing I'm applied for, where a handful of restaurants all over the country offer free or reduced meals to all students. Many take advantage of this and are very happy with it, however I hadn't yet found time to do it. It is highly likely I'll get to do it in the second semester, as we have seminar work that keeps us at uni all day. I do get a bit lonely sometimes, but as I am a deep introvert, that doesn't last long.

That's about all I have to say about my life in Ljubljana so far, I will to another check in at the end of the second semester. Until then, I desperately hope I can get myself to publish more. I already have one post written and two in the beginning stages of bullet points, but god knows when I'll get to edit them, add photos etc.

To be honest, this post was written over the course of three weeks, so there should probably more content here, had I not taken so many breaks between writing.

What have you been up to lately? 

x, Valens

How the media altered our way of thinking


In light of everything that has been occurring in the past weeks, I have too come to an enlightenment of sorts in terms of my relation to the media, mainly how it subconsciously affects me. As I don't have myself to be one, who is on board with writing essay-length posts, I chose to present my findings in 2 points.


 1. Science vs. mysticism

Admittedly, this is strongly connected with what I am currently studying in philosophy at school. This idea had been introduced to me in terms of the cognitive theories by various philosophers of both the ancient and modern era, and it definitely hit home. The essential jist sets religion on the foundations of blind belief and science on the foundation of critical thinking and doubt. As it is widely known by many, unfortunately not all, there is absolutely no proof that any god of any religion exists/existed. Thusly, religion truly does still exist only due to the blind belief of the mislead masses. On the other hand, science is a product of constant doubt and criticism, which enables mankind to constantly develop and advance based on given findings. Based on what we are currently enduring, the media, which should function based of facts and evidence, has transformed into some absurd religion-like movement, which strives for personal success by focusing on misleading the masses. 

2. Third person narrative

As much as this term is existent for describing literature, it also applies to real life. The value of most all things we see and experience in everyday life is dependent on its stance in social media. In my opinion, we are all guilty of this. Whenever and wherever we go, we depend on our mobile devices to create an ideal out of our everyday actions. We take photos with the sole purpose of sharing them on social media and fishing for attention, It's always ''They will like this.'' going through our minds like a mantra. Who is they? Absolute strangers, who donate a milisecond of attention when double-tapping. Although many are quick to deny, I feel that deep down we are all aware of how very easily this way of thinking has settled into our bones. 

What is your opinion on this matter? on't hesitate to express it in the comments below.

x, Valens