Have you noticed what luxury shops, movies and fantasy really sell us? They sell us a world which, for a moment at least, is a little brighter, a little more beautiful, more dream-like and meaningful than the world of our every day. It is not only a world to which we escape; it is a world which we actively seek when we want to believe in our dreams.
There are some places though, that go beyond the moment or the facade. Places like Tamborine Mountain where, even when you leave behind the quaint, tourist-oriented shops, you find a world that is greener and more improbable than you might see elsewhere. It reminds me of the Sylvanian Family toys, which allow you to build your very own perfect woodland dream village. At Tamborine, as at other, similarly-inspired locations, it as though a whole community has come together by conspiracy to demand that life be more idealistically, romantically beautiful than we normally believe it to be.
We work ourselves to exhaustion to create security and comfort, but rarely fantasy. It is places like Tamborine that beg the question: why not?
What do we owe to our dreams?
There are some places though, that go beyond the moment or the facade. Places like Tamborine Mountain where, even when you leave behind the quaint, tourist-oriented shops, you find a world that is greener and more improbable than you might see elsewhere. It reminds me of the Sylvanian Family toys, which allow you to build your very own perfect woodland dream village. At Tamborine, as at other, similarly-inspired locations, it as though a whole community has come together by conspiracy to demand that life be more idealistically, romantically beautiful than we normally believe it to be.
We work ourselves to exhaustion to create security and comfort, but rarely fantasy. It is places like Tamborine that beg the question: why not?
What do we owe to our dreams?