another big day. I called mum and dad during my run this morning to show them some of the old town. they both have fond memories of being here following the ‘end’ of the cold war. both seem happy and to be doing well. I can’t wait to see them again.
I ran out to tick off another Cerny installation, this one being more babies climbing the television tower. an incredible view of a dark social comment on our almost immediate rejection of individuality, stamping onto children identities deemed acceptable by the media and establishment. I napped almost as soon as I made it back to my bunk.
the Cerny trail was later completed by noon, when I found the ten metre tall rotating head of Franz Kafka, a visionary of whom both Zi and I are great admirers. the movement of the sculpture was a wonder to witness - and I was able to show Blake in real time over the phone.
dancing house made me laugh.
I took Pia’s (one of my Austrian friends from my hostel in Milan) recommendation to walk to Strelecky Ostrov (an island in the main river) to visit the Muscrats. thinking I had carrots for them, they’d crawl up along the bank to me expectingly. very cute.
spontaneously decided to visit a gallery, featuring work by Warhol, Dali and Mucha. enjoyed learning about each of their stories and seeing some of their prints, though I found myself to be quite tired by that point.
I realised today that I have felt lonely here. my 18 bed dorm has been silent, and I’ve not made any friends during my time here. thinking about this wirh Blake, I’ve decided that this feeling is a good thing. I’ve not been alone properly in a long time, and this absence of company forces me to spend time with myself, something I need to work on if I want to grow as a person. I miss my brothers and feel uncertain about where I’m going and why I’m here. I miss my friends and lots of what I’ve left behind. I remind myself I’m lucky to have such precious things to miss. <<
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