The soul of our city is wounded. Its starving and drying up from thirst. Culture is soul making. Soul is slow, imaginative, longs for beauty and colour and sensuality. Loves story, history, depth and roots.Small actions, ritual actions that bring soul to our public spaces are the medicine, the bread and water, that the Anima Mundi, the world soul is desiring. Soul loves craziness. Speak your dreams to the birds, say your prayers to bitumen, speak poetry to the footpath, get to know the trees on your street, dance silently under the moon, become the wind. If you have a crazy idea just do it alone and the anima mundi will feel it and appreciate it and be honoured by it. Your action, intention and imagination will echo through the depths of the city soundlessly igniting a subterraean fire. sol niger seditio
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