Bergson and Art Power Plant
I was back on my bike today, actively hunting for headwind and trouble. It was a perfect summer day, neither meltingly hot nor depressing. Just right. Since my wonderful wife was pulling the weekend shift at the hospital, I hopped on two mechanical wheels to roam the neighborhood. I love being on the move at this specific tempo. A car is too fast to see anything, but walking feels like being a 75-year-old pedestrian navigating an icy side walk in mid-January. Cycling is the sweet spot. To me. I enjoyed just cruising along, losing myself in pure existence, until I unexpectedly stumbled upon the Bergson Kunstkraftwerk in Munich-Aubing. I‘ve always admired the building, though I‘ve somehow never managed to attend a concert or an exhibition there. I still haven’t seen it from the inside, but it‘s already a favorite of mine from the outside. Fun fact: The Bergson Kunstkraftwerk is named after the street it sits on, which the City of Munich named in honor of Henri Bergson, a brillant French ...
