NEON lights are the throbbig veins of the city by night. While the pastel colored buildings dominate the city from sunrise to sunset, the neon lights that light up after sunset are the masters of the piece of art of "the dreamy atmosphere of night life in cities". These neon lights and letters are not simply a light in the darkness, but the sirens of the dark city, who bewitch us and seduce us to stay up late and discover a world so different from the decent way of life when the sunlight is here to make us feel safe.
In Morocco, the cities will chance completely when the sun is replaced by the moon, in times of Ramadan. After a long day of no eating and no drinking (and no smoking), the people will enjoy a meal again and their moods will transform extremely: they leave their houses (in daylight, there are only a few men outside, most of them hardly awake), go in the streets and laugh and make fun - relieved! This is why the sphere in the darkness is so much better than in daylight. Along with the renewed mood of the people, neon lights make the city feel like a strange dream...
Neon letters in Fès, Morocco.
I love neon. Not in fashion, though. I love aesthetics (αἰσθητικός), "a branch of philosophy dealing with the nature of art, beauty, and taste, with the creation and appreciation of beauty" according to my favourite site Wikipedia. I love art and architecture, culture and nature, everything that has a stake in creating a specific atmosphere in this world. I realize that now - because of our journey through Morocco, I have found a love for travelling, and to see more of earth's beauty. I know that human screw some parts of our world up, but that's inevitable. Some people care more about the convenience of a human life than about aesthetics or environment, or history!
I'm reading in "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" by Victor Hugo (the author of Les Misérables, another favourite of mine) and he wastes so many pages to tell about the beauty of the city Paris in the 15th century, and at the same time trying to convince the reader about his opinion how human have screwed up his city, Paris. So mány pages! In the end he made it all clear to me: we ruïn buildings by changing them. How can I not agree with him! Who would try to say that a building, entirely made of glass, is more beautiful than an old Cathedral? Or a Greek church? (I adore Greece, by the way). Who would think that a hundred houses, all the same, are better, because it is easier and faster to build them, are better than a single masterpiece? And who thinks that a skyscraper is more beautiful than an enormous temple? Victor Hugo realized in the 19th century that beautiful buildings run to waste. I'm afraid it is a procedure that knows no end. Architecture will only survive in literature, books: "This will kill that. The book will kill the edifice." - Victor Hugo in the hunchback of notre-dame. He was right then and he is right now.
I love this world and I hate this world.