So be the post-modern german interpretation of the black cat phantom at père lachaise. Tomb stone and garden deco. Work of "art," duplicates in the age of modern reproduction. I had a walk along Lake Constance, pondering on life and philosophy. Pondering on Baudelaire, and then Benjamin. Pondering on the Erlösung, as the mundanity has been so deafening and I'm not sure if I've missed the calling. Where shall the flaneuse be looking for the aura? If we are indeed endowed with the little messianic power, where should we be turning our heads to?
