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To Pier Paolo Pasolini,
Noise, pollution, increased danger[1]You would hate it here, you would love it. The fetishization of a time long gone, the human connection, the advertisements giving a sense of prosperity and the persistence of myth. As we envision a scenography at Crawford Market in Mumbai, let us conjure a stage where the city’s reality is its illusion. Mumbai is a city that thrives on consumption and upward mobility. [2] Layer upon layer of consumption and excess, of unsustainable growth that repulses as much as it attracts.[3] In the case of Mumbai at least, the transformation from city to megacity cannot be explained by population growth [4] It is a spectrum of the inexplicable. But the human traffic of Mumbai is overpowering.[5] The city wants our labour.[6] So a city of smoke was wreathed within a city of trade. [7] This is the horror of the city.[8]
Here we find a sense of pollution that does not cloud the throat but rather the eyes and the mind with its colorful façade. Here pollution changes the Perspective of Colour. [9] Concepts become colourful, and the colour shows their intensity. [10] It is beauty accepting its own mortality. [11] Pier, you love the realness of the situation, so tell me; Why Should We Care about Chemical Pollution? [12] The sensation of color is, generally speaking, the most popular form of aesthetic sense. [13] People are dying. [14] The elms are still dying, and so are the birds. [15] Yet, Dying is life, too. [16] Why oppose pollution by generalising it? [17] The pollution is sweetened, masked by a signifier of freshness. [18] Here is the beauty of science. [19]
 
The Markets is the setting for dense and varied but also anonymous and fleeting contacts, the kinds of overstimulating but interpersonally impoverished interactions that were to characterize the sense of life in the big cities.[20] In these settings, the real city is often marked by quasi authoritarianism, variable forms of clientelism, patronage and populism; it takes on the form of “a game” that demands a hustler's cunning. [21] A great deal of noise and air pollution plagues the plaza, due to very heavy surrounding traffic. [22] We must construct a spectacle that captures this grotesque ballet of consumption, overstimulation, pollution and myths. You would love Crawford, it thrives on the hustling, on the human connection of the trade and the cacophony of voices. It is a maze that can elicit anxiety and even fear from the unwary traveller. [23] Colourful stands of fresh produce sit alongside the buckets of slithering snakes and sacks of somnolent toads. [24] The spices are mesmerizing; the animal cruelty pulls you back. Such is the dichotomy of Crawford. An ever-flowing dance of fantasy and abuse. You would love the filth, you would hate the exploiting consumerism.
 
What do you envision for such a multifaceted domain? We are looking forward to your swift answer.
 
Yours sincerely,
Ariadne's Thread

To Pier Paolo Pasolini,
Noise, pollution, increased danger[1]You would hate it here, you would love it. The fetishization of a time long gone, the human connection, the advertisements giving a sense of prosperity and the persistence of myth. As we envision a scenography at Crawford Market in Mumbai, let us conjure a stage where the city’s reality is its illusion. Mumbai is a city that thrives on consumption and upward mobility. [2] Layer upon layer of consumption and excess, of unsustainable growth that repulses as much as it attracts.[3] In the case of Mumbai at least, the transformation from city to megacity cannot be explained by population growth [4] It is a spectrum of the inexplicable. But the human traffic of Mumbai is overpowering.[5] The city wants our labour.[6] So a city of smoke was wreathed within a city of trade. [7] This is the horror of the city.[8]
Here we find a sense of pollution that does not cloud the throat but rather the eyes and the mind with its colorful façade. Here pollution changes the Perspective of Colour. [9] Concepts become colourful, and the colour shows their intensity. [10] It is beauty accepting its own mortality. [11] Pier, you love the realness of the situation, so tell me; Why Should We Care about Chemical Pollution? [12] The sensation of color is, generally speaking, the most popular form of aesthetic sense. [13] People are dying. [14] The elms are still dying, and so are the birds. [15] Yet, Dying is life, too. [16] Why oppose pollution by generalising it? [17] The pollution is sweetened, masked by a signifier of freshness. [18] Here is the beauty of science. [19]
 
The Markets is the setting for dense and varied but also anonymous and fleeting contacts, the kinds of overstimulating but interpersonally impoverished interactions that were to characterize the sense of life in the big cities.[20] In these settings, the real city is often marked by quasi authoritarianism, variable forms of clientelism, patronage and populism; it takes on the form of “a game” that demands a hustler's cunning. [21] A great deal of noise and air pollution plagues the plaza, due to very heavy surrounding traffic. [22] We must construct a spectacle that captures this grotesque ballet of consumption, overstimulation, pollution and myths. You would love Crawford, it thrives on the hustling, on the human connection of the trade and the cacophony of voices. It is a maze that can elicit anxiety and even fear from the unwary traveller. [23] Colourful stands of fresh produce sit alongside the buckets of slithering snakes and sacks of somnolent toads. [24] The spices are mesmerizing; the animal cruelty pulls you back. Such is the dichotomy of Crawford. An ever-flowing dance of fantasy and abuse. You would love the filth, you would hate the exploiting consumerism.
 
What do you envision for such a multifaceted domain? We are looking forward to your swift answer.
 
Yours sincerely,
Ariadne's Thread

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To Pier Paolo Pasolini,
Noise, pollution, increased danger[1]You would hate it here, you would love it. The fetishization of a time long gone, the human connection, the advertisements giving a sense of prosperity and the persistence of myth. As we envision a scenography at Crawford Market in Mumbai, let us conjure a stage where the city’s reality is its illusion. Mumbai is a city that thrives on consumption and upward mobility. [2] Layer upon layer of consumption and excess, of unsustainable growth that repulses as much as it attracts.[3] In the case of Mumbai at least, the transformation from city to megacity cannot be explained by population growth [4] It is a spectrum of the inexplicable. But the human traffic of Mumbai is overpowering.[5] The city wants our labour.[6] So a city of smoke was wreathed within a city of trade. [7] This is the horror of the city.[8]
Here we find a sense of pollution that does not cloud the throat but rather the eyes and the mind with its colorful façade. Here pollution changes the Perspective of Colour. [9] Concepts become colourful, and the colour shows their intensity. [10] It is beauty accepting its own mortality. [11] Pier, you love the realness of the situation, so tell me; Why Should We Care about Chemical Pollution? [12] The sensation of color is, generally speaking, the most popular form of aesthetic sense. [13] People are dying. [14] The elms are still dying, and so are the birds. [15] Yet, Dying is life, too. [16] Why oppose pollution by generalising it? [17] The pollution is sweetened, masked by a signifier of freshness. [18] Here is the beauty of science. [19]
 
The Markets is the setting for dense and varied but also anonymous and fleeting contacts, the kinds of overstimulating but interpersonally impoverished interactions that were to characterize the sense of life in the big cities.[20] In these settings, the real city is often marked by quasi authoritarianism, variable forms of clientelism, patronage and populism; it takes on the form of “a game” that demands a hustler's cunning. [21] A great deal of noise and air pollution plagues the plaza, due to very heavy surrounding traffic. [22] We must construct a spectacle that captures this grotesque ballet of consumption, overstimulation, pollution and myths. You would love Crawford, it thrives on the hustling, on the human connection of the trade and the cacophony of voices. It is a maze that can elicit anxiety and even fear from the unwary traveller. [23] Colourful stands of fresh produce sit alongside the buckets of slithering snakes and sacks of somnolent toads. [24] The spices are mesmerizing; the animal cruelty pulls you back. Such is the dichotomy of Crawford. An ever-flowing dance of fantasy and abuse. You would love the filth, you would hate the exploiting consumerism.
 
What do you envision for such a multifaceted domain? We are looking forward to your swift answer.
 
Yours sincerely,
Ariadne's Thread

To Pier Paolo Pasolini,
Noise, pollution, increased danger[1]You would hate it here, you would love it. The fetishization of a time long gone, the human connection, the advertisements giving a sense of prosperity and the persistence of myth. As we envision a scenography at Crawford Market in Mumbai, let us conjure a stage where the city’s reality is its illusion. Mumbai is a city that thrives on consumption and upward mobility. [2] Layer upon layer of consumption and excess, of unsustainable growth that repulses as much as it attracts.[3] In the case of Mumbai at least, the transformation from city to megacity cannot be explained by population growth [4] It is a spectrum of the inexplicable. But the human traffic of Mumbai is overpowering.[5] The city wants our labour.[6] So a city of smoke was wreathed within a city of trade. [7] This is the horror of the city.[8]
Here we find a sense of pollution that does not cloud the throat but rather the eyes and the mind with its colorful façade. Here pollution changes the Perspective of Colour. [9] Concepts become colourful, and the colour shows their intensity. [10] It is beauty accepting its own mortality. [11] Pier, you love the realness of the situation, so tell me; Why Should We Care about Chemical Pollution? [12] The sensation of color is, generally speaking, the most popular form of aesthetic sense. [13] People are dying. [14] The elms are still dying, and so are the birds. [15] Yet, Dying is life, too. [16] Why oppose pollution by generalising it? [17] The pollution is sweetened, masked by a signifier of freshness. [18] Here is the beauty of science. [19]
 
The Markets is the setting for dense and varied but also anonymous and fleeting contacts, the kinds of overstimulating but interpersonally impoverished interactions that were to characterize the sense of life in the big cities.[20] In these settings, the real city is often marked by quasi authoritarianism, variable forms of clientelism, patronage and populism; it takes on the form of “a game” that demands a hustler's cunning. [21] A great deal of noise and air pollution plagues the plaza, due to very heavy surrounding traffic. [22] We must construct a spectacle that captures this grotesque ballet of consumption, overstimulation, pollution and myths. You would love Crawford, it thrives on the hustling, on the human connection of the trade and the cacophony of voices. It is a maze that can elicit anxiety and even fear from the unwary traveller. [23] Colourful stands of fresh produce sit alongside the buckets of slithering snakes and sacks of somnolent toads. [24] The spices are mesmerizing; the animal cruelty pulls you back. Such is the dichotomy of Crawford. An ever-flowing dance of fantasy and abuse. You would love the filth, you would hate the exploiting consumerism.
 
What do you envision for such a multifaceted domain? We are looking forward to your swift answer.
 
Yours sincerely,
Ariadne's Thread

To Pier Paolo Pasolini,
Noise, pollution, increased danger[1]You would hate it here, you would love it. The fetishization of a time long gone, the human connection, the advertisements giving a sense of prosperity and the persistence of myth. As we envision a scenography at Crawford Market in Mumbai, let us conjure a stage where the city’s reality is its illusion. Mumbai is a city that thrives on consumption and upward mobility. [2] Layer upon layer of consumption and excess, of unsustainable growth that repulses as much as it attracts.[3] In the case of Mumbai at least, the transformation from city to megacity cannot be explained by population growth [4] It is a spectrum of the inexplicable. But the human traffic of Mumbai is overpowering.[5] The city wants our labour.[6] So a city of smoke was wreathed within a city of trade. [7] This is the horror of the city.[8]
Here we find a sense of pollution that does not cloud the throat but rather the eyes and the mind with its colorful façade. Here pollution changes the Perspective of Colour. [9] Concepts become colourful, and the colour shows their intensity. [10] It is beauty accepting its own mortality. [11] Pier, you love the realness of the situation, so tell me; Why Should We Care about Chemical Pollution? [12] The sensation of color is, generally speaking, the most popular form of aesthetic sense. [13] People are dying. [14] The elms are still dying, and so are the birds. [15] Yet, Dying is life, too. [16] Why oppose pollution by generalising it? [17] The pollution is sweetened, masked by a signifier of freshness. [18] Here is the beauty of science. [19]
 
The Markets is the setting for dense and varied but also anonymous and fleeting contacts, the kinds of overstimulating but interpersonally impoverished interactions that were to characterize the sense of life in the big cities.[20] In these settings, the real city is often marked by quasi authoritarianism, variable forms of clientelism, patronage and populism; it takes on the form of “a game” that demands a hustler's cunning. [21] A great deal of noise and air pollution plagues the plaza, due to very heavy surrounding traffic. [22] We must construct a spectacle that captures this grotesque ballet of consumption, overstimulation, pollution and myths. You would love Crawford, it thrives on the hustling, on the human connection of the trade and the cacophony of voices. It is a maze that can elicit anxiety and even fear from the unwary traveller. [23] Colourful stands of fresh produce sit alongside the buckets of slithering snakes and sacks of somnolent toads. [24] The spices are mesmerizing; the animal cruelty pulls you back. Such is the dichotomy of Crawford. An ever-flowing dance of fantasy and abuse. You would love the filth, you would hate the exploiting consumerism.
 
What do you envision for such a multifaceted domain? We are looking forward to your swift answer.
 
Yours sincerely,
Ariadne's Thread