Why I Love Lampposts

My secret Algerian obsession is, indeed, lampposts. If you’re still reading, you might be asking yourself, of all things to obsess over in a foreign country, why choose lampposts?

Well, my friend. I did not choose lampposts. Algerian lampposts chose me.

Algerian lampposts are fascinating, because they are like people.

Some of them are living monuments to history.

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The date engraved on this may or may not have anything to do with French taking over the country.

Some are dainty and well-poised.

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Some of them are introverts who see the big picture

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Some of them like enforced socialization, with objects from other worlds

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Others are extroverts and prefer to spend time in clusters

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They can take the role of official soldiers guarding a palace

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but inside they are actually unruly schoolgirls who want to dance in the wind

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When they’re young, they sometimes have no idea who they are or what they’re supposed to be doing.

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Some of them figure it out quickly and become pillars of learning at universities

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Others skip out on the formalities and live the happy life in the countryside

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Some try to fulfill a desperate need to fit in

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and serve a purpose

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get decked out and join in festivities of national importance for the common good

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Some find themselves in situations they can’t detach themselves from,

so they adapt

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A few find themselves suspended in between the good old times, and modernity

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And some throw themselves into modernity with nary a qualm about its potential ugliness

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Can’t really blame me with being obsessed with them, can you?

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3 responses to “Why I Love Lampposts

  1. Can I learn to be you? Because to me, a lamppost is just a stick with light. Then I read your blog and I’m like, “Lampposts!! They are so great!” 🙂 Now that I’m thinking about it, they are pretty magical. The lamppost in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe comes to mind.

  2. They creep up on you, I swear! I never really noticed them until Algeria either. 🙂

  3. Loved the pictures and the captions-if you will 🙂

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