unfolding of a written archive

What are you doing?
I am sinking through a neighbourhood at night.
What is sinking through?
Its is a game when walking home.
Ok.
So I picture a line from where I stand to my destination. It can be in any direction yet it helps to know a bit about where you move on a map like looking at it before taking off in an unknown city. I discovered taking always left then right turns or mirrored that i imitate that imaginary line, basically continuously crossing that line in my mind. I am active move with purpose. My stride adjusts to the mission.

Whats the game?

The amount of distance offset to the straight line adds up to define my ’score‘. That does not get me excited though as I am not tracking it rather keep it an imaginary number.

What is the game then?

It plays on chance to witnessing interesting encounters, human interactions and wildlife. So in a way i am sinking more into my neighbourhood like a dog who pees on every street corner i rediscover old routes or streets i never walked before.
Left right left right right left while my compass guiding me towards destined nation.
Making sure to not sink into fast as the boring straight line you then have to walk might be as boring as on the evening when i came up with it. Typing all that down into a device looking onto a screen. Ironically.
Well I leave you with that but i will try after sinking in to far to challenge its logic.

Good morning. So what happened?

Kept walking accordingly, left straight right and arrived home not breaking the ‚games logic‘. At some point I was worried that I would keep walking until the sunrise; never arriving home. So it stroke me as I learn dead ends turn out to be renavigating opportunities to find the ‚right‘ turn. Literally walked back into my bed like that, closed my eyes and walked it all over again this time without a screen stealing my focus and attention and with all the possibilities of dreamscape.

Love to the city of dreamers!

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