i've fallen in love with tel aviv, it's become what west berlin was to me in 1987 but here in 2010 it has the same vitality, edge, culture and chaos, it pulses and throbs with missiles and bomb threats, the military presence as tanks roll by, the cute soldiers 'girls with guns', the filthy hot stink that wafts along the occasional pathway, the history screams and art galleries, the strange religious freaks, the transexuals, gays, lesbian, straights all mixed and matched, the multitudes of internationalists, the scooters, the buses the random traffic regulations, amazing food everywhere, bars clubs for anything that the mind can conjure up, the girls of tel aviv are hard edged, there's a femininity that can kill you here, it's smart and stylish and bookish and intelligent there's lot's it has to do, eat, drink, dance and fuck but it also has to stay alive and stimulated, make art and babies, love and peace and war all at the same time, the pressure is unbearable sometimes, the party is loud and has no constraints, there's so much that is ugly that the eye plays tricks, a hideous building has nice windows and angles, the noise of dance parties from the city heights, the home made bands and street performers are all refugees, a violin player on a street corner may have once played in the hungarian philharmonic, the street sweeper may be an ex russian nuclear physicist, it's all to much assaulting the sensory inputs, you need to have a working operational brain for tel aviv, it's not an alcohol city, though there are bars everywhere, all of which have suffered and paid a high price for liberating hedonistic pursuit of intellect, pleasure, sensation and art, fuck paris, london and rome, tel aviv is the city of lights cameras and action, it's fucked up and insane, with cute areas for chill out zones, there's food that tantalises, each cafe an art, there's conversation cut ups you would not believe, opinions, philosophy, ideas, memes you didn't even know where invented, there's happy children everywhere, there's 24 varieties of religious experience there's 24 kinds of hope and despair, 24 languages, there's 24 kinds of messiahs, lepers, jokers, prophets and poets, high priests and sinners. there's no patterns, no politics, no people that don't belong, no prisoners, no pretensions, no perfections and nothing to peel away, it's all there 24 hours in one day and your already gone down the rabbit hole whole, souled out but not sold out, turn on, tuned in and dropped out, here is a city for the young, not for convention, it's mentally without boundaries, a place to get high and naked and fall in love, there's no hate here, just these cute russian girls and their envious eyes, high heels, fur hats and chic jackets out prowling looking for meat and hoping to cash up as they sink their teeth into their prey, yeah tel aviv is a vampire's nightmare, there's nothing undead about this place, it's vitality plus, the energy here is dangerous, all units and their processing capacity needs to function at frequencies in the high levels, lest tel aviv chew you up, spit you out, and send you to netanya. all visitors must not panic, must not fear, tel aviv comes in peace, tel aviv is fashion central, passion central, tel aviv is the heat seekers missile. every soul is lost and found, every dog has it's day in the city of cats, it's the end of the world here in tel aviv, yeah the place to throw the last party ever.
i really like it.
the bus station has to be the worst building i have ever been in, a maze of meaningless signs, doors and walkways that lead absolutely nowhere, it's a building that houses a civilisation within a civilisation, there's escalators somewhere and elevators some where else, there's people wandering in and out and around and around, there's constant noise and traffic spirals the many levels, the scent of a bus but you never really find one, the multi levels, the multiverse, the many realms and realities all converge, this building is beyond any TARDIS, it's won't just take you through space and time it will take you further than you have ever been, spin you around like a record and toss you into hyperspace, break the speed of life, the doors of perception, the gateways and spheres, the biggest busiest bus station on planet earth is a nightmare beyond any known understanding, it's the perfect entry point to orientate yourself to tel aviv, it will wrap itself around your brain and twist it in knots like a hot buttered pretzel and somewhere in the distance as you catch a reflection of what appears to be your bus it will send you in the cosmic storm of re orientation. the time spent looking for your bus will take longer than your bus journey, you will be confused beyond confusion, it will all in some very strange yoga like way, make perfect sense.