It seems to me that this is the way to travel. There's definately something to be said for being upside down for a start, and the particular angle achieved by the head just here means the sight of people-filled, upwards-bound lifts is cut out, leaving only the downhill procession of empty carts. Empty carts making a steady, purposeful march amid the forest and sky really freaked me out actually. They seemed to fit in with their surroundings much better than anyone else.
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Almost feels like it's a production line in an abbatoir. Animals being sent up the mountain by the cart to get slaughtered on top of it, leaving the empty carts to come back downhill to transport more animals. Eery. And also -- the rhythmic repetition, the regularity and uniformity of all these empty carts coming down -- contrasting with the surrounding Nature in a funny way: is Nature just as rhythmic and law-like as the procession of empty carts, or is Nature chaotic like the mixture of people in the uphill carts?
Well, it doesn't seem that they contrast at all, that's the thing. Maybe it's simply because you can see through them, like with a crane. And they're not all that rythmic; they sway a bit, and jolt. But all with a quiet and purposeful murmour, as if they know their task much better than the humans on the way up, who just make the place look messy.
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