Friday, April 11, 2014

reach for the sky painted ceiling

one of the recurring childhood mannerism i still got is that every time i see a pool of water, i usually extend my arms and see my hands seemingly touching the sky. i always love finding myself doing it, even if it's on a murky pond left after a rain on one of the street potholes, it's giving me this natural high brought by the surreality of touching the sky or the clouds floating by.

recently, i've seen a different kind of sky.

i really thought that the whole Macau was claimed to be the "city of dreams", but it was only portion of it specifically the Cotai strip

of which we are able to drop by on one of the known spots: the Venetian hotel. im not dreaming of visiting Venice, i even have a hard time pronouncing it if it is veneez or venes? but few of the things that interest me is the idea that it's a sinking city and the advents of the gondolas.

in the venetian hotel, i was impressed with how they mimic some of the streets in Venice, the grand canals and pulling it off with a gondola and the singing gondolier. it's just funny as most tourist and even us make a wishing well out of the great canal as the water is so clear as oppose to (based on my readings) the smelly greenish colour straight from the lagoon or sewers. but one thing that mesmerized me is the painted sky as it so huge and can only imagine the efforts of completing such a gigantic task in the name of "business". i'm not so sure if i can still consider it as an art as it targets tourist and tourists would go there to shop, dine, stay and gamble. i dunno if some would go there to reflect and attain a higher level of experience with the structures. but most of us visitors are there to spend. so the whole thing (interiors, architectures, etc) boils down to one thing: profit.

erasing that reality and try to romanticize with the thought of a "dreamy" and "fancy" sojourn, we just walk under this sky on a painted ceiling, hopping from casino to smoke, then inside the mall to have coffee and towards their restaurants to eat. erasing the notion that every leap is equal to possible spending, my adult self keeps on calculating the profits and how much would i earn if i applied here. again erase erase erase. i'm here as a tourist and should be childlike to think that the clouds above are kinda moving and can actually be reached.

then again, who am i fooling?

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