Korridorium

♫ Haunted by the Zeit­geist ♫

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I enter the cor­ri­dor, feel­ing a bit excited. It’s my first time expe­ri­enc­ing this trend called Cor­ri­dor­ing. Yeah, sure, I know you should­n’t jump on every viral inter­net fad, but there’s some­thing about this one that res­onates with me. Maybe because it hides behind masks. Or because of its con­nec­tion to an ancient myth. Any­way, the thought of craft­ing a bul­l’s head mask and cap­tur­ing a photo of myself wear­ing it in a cor­ri­dor of my choice—the idea trig­gered some­thing deep inside me, and I just had to be a part of it. I can only hope that oth­ers will also post their pho­tos in the gallery, show­cas­ing their home­made bul­l’s head masks in a cor­ri­dor of their choice. Over time, this could grow into a vast net­work of hall­ways and passages—the mag­i­cal land of Cor­ri­do­ria, so to speak, a vir­tual world­wide labyrinth tra­versed by a soli­tary, bewil­dered hybrid being.

It’s kind of a nice expres­sion of our zeit­geist, isn’t it?

Well, the Atom­ium def­i­nitely has plenty of cor­ri­dors to offer for such a photo. It imme­di­ately came to mind when there was talk of cor­ri­dors, and as it turns out, I just need to get inside early enough so there aren’t tourists run­ning around every­where and the Horned One is truly alone in the pic­ture.

I set up my cam­era, pull the papier-mâché mask from my back­pack, adjust the self-timer, and hang my head as I get into posi­tion…

Atom­ium:

Cor­ri­dor­ing mit Mino­tau­rus (lustig):

Cor­ri­dor­ing mit Mino­tau­rus (drastisch):