T. S. Eliot: “The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an ‘objective correlative’; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula of that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked” Dream about a city where every shade of green embraces an endless variety of misty grey offering chains of sensory experiences of the kind Eliot suggests. A city not only repeatedly hit by fierce cloudbursts but also caressed by a warm sun – at those rare moments, when it shows its face. A city guarded by hills where magnificent castles lurk in the darkness as if they want to hide their secrets forever. Here it is: Edinburgh – the specific aesthetic experience of getting lost in narrow, declivitous streets inviting you to dive into a mystical excursion taking place as much in the concrete outer world as in your soul. Read the full blog by Ceyda Berk on Festival Bytes.