Time, Rome, crime and Estonians
What is time? Is it an actual part of objective reality, or is it just one grand illusion in which we are participating? And if the former claim is right, then can you twist it in some way to reach back to your ancestors, or would it be considered as breaking the laws of universe? We, being humans, perhaps are creatures of a too primitive design to answer these questions, but nobody stops you from asking them.
Rome is a place for the rise and fall of one of the most glorious civilizations to date. It’s a home for both the main western philosophical ideas and the most progressive technology of ancient times; it’s a place where people had loved, fought and feasted for tens of millennia; it’s the womb of western identity and, following an old saying, it’s a place where all the roads lead; but most importantly, it’s a city of history, where every street breaths with ancient winds and even sun shines with archaically golden glow. Magnificent ruins of fallen civilization stand here as a giant monument signifying both the ever so continuous flow of time and ephemerality of our existence as individual human beings, parallelly reminding how powerful we, as a society, are able to become.
“All I want to do is illegal” — uttered Edward von Lõngus, implying a much more complex action than just doing street art or having an opinion in North Korea. If the laws of universe render time as static entity, then Edward is all about committing crimes of grand scale. He’s about to manifest in Rome on a quest to connect with ancestry of western mind and to satisfy the curiosity of old Estonians who are eager to see how old can you get.
Ancient Romans are attempting to communicate with Edward, but their language is distorted. He senses the crowd chanting in Colosseum and people voting in Forum, but no specific thoughts reach him. He suspects that this might be due to millennia wide gap in between, but the concentration of ancestor spirits is so immense that they echo to present day nonetheless. Edward is able to host a portal on nearly every corner of the city, but knowing how overwhelming might all this ancient chatter be for calm Estonians, he deliberately chooses a single square where Lembit, Hämar&Co and Ats#Pets will be able to keep a company for each other.
A cloud of shapeless spray-paint-smelling smoke swirls in the air. Tranquil air of night acts as a stage for the performance of mysterious dance with ancient wind, and just like water condensing from the air on a piece of cold glass, EvL completes his wizardous materialization on a concrete wall.
Famous Roman slogan quotes: “Give us bread and games!”. Human nature always stays the same, hence youngsters now gather in squares to celebrate youth, freedom and the heat of summer, just like they did a couple of millennia ago. Ats#Pets are happy to play some crazy Estonian tunes to such crowds, while Hämar, Pauliine and Leelo feel fabulous being accompanied with so many young guys. It’s just the ever so contemplative Lembit who looks at everything from distance, puffing his pipe and chatting with surrounding rocks.
“How do you think, is it possible to overdose on vitamin D?” asked Liisu, a famous Estonian inventor. She is eager to conduct an ethically questionable experiment on Romans with her Vitamin D producing spinning wheel, and Edward has no other choice but to let her do it.
The timeless void in which Miina&Enn are stranded in, began to swirl so hard that they lost each other in vast space of unarticulated information. Perhaps it’s due to unique energy Rome possesses…
Colosseum used to be a stage for endless bloodshed, acting as a stage for both the famous “games”, and a display of human strength. The south favors a rather extreme ways of showing your strength, while northerners subscribe to more peaceful techniques of athletic performance. Maali, The Spinner, is the most known Estonian sportsman who is able to spin in one place with a speed of tornado. She, being overly ambitious as every professional sportsmen is, insisted Edward to materialize her in Rome in order to challenge the old super-mans in spinning battle.
And who could have ever knew that she will secretly get blessings from Vatican, turning her into a harmless angel… Does that imply the way Estonians appear to foreign people? Are they really so holy and innocent?
Two-millennia-old wind cuddles the shoulders of abstruse possibility cloud which Edward suddenly turned into. The city of history is ready to say farewell to Edward, but just at the moment of disappearance, his opaque spine tingles, and he’s back for the last act. A remarkable representation of current state of western mind appears.
