*catwalk*

..the word scribbled on a toilet door in a cinema in Zürich. It catches the impression I got on Bahnhofsstraße- snobbish middle aged and exchangeable faces and styles of men and women wearing a masquerade of expensive clothes, make-up, nose-up shopping busyness. it´s like they own the pavement because the red carpets of chanel, rolex and cartier are rolled out for them. a uniformed army of stainfree diamonds knitting a chain round the royal neck of their closed society. diversity and motion is only to be found in places promising escape and opening a window to the world outside the shiny glow of shopping windows, cashmere, fur, silk and bleak phoney conversations- main station, seaside, basel....

maybe i am the narrow thinker and stereotyping observer here...but first impressions always count and they kept me thinking about deeper matters: how can satisfaction and a feeling of warm, calm comfort enter our hearts if we hang all of our grand ideals and dreams onto one place? do ideals narrow our view and judgment more than that they provide wings to meet greater, more significant, unchained ends?

what are ideals about?

jung said that all addictions are alike and lists idealism among them....

i will have to follow this train of thought...but not now. there are still some switzerland experiences to gather...