Patterns of Moving in Space

November 9, 2010 § Leave a comment

Global Drive

Enclosed in this space is the frame. The walls and bolts, plaster and tapestries. Here is a door. A transition occurs. From the enclosed space to the open space of the city. But the city is not mere chaos, it’s structure, pattern, possibilities and impasses, gates, fences, thruways, alternate routes. Their number is limited. For the duration of five minutes my movement succumbs to the pattern of the street. This crossing, that street light. I don’t need to decide.

That door is locked, another is open. I pass by without noticing. The street commands my attention. The bus stop is crowded with people all assembled in more or less the same distance to the side of the road. Waiting. I wait, too. Now, I wait, don’t need to make decisions. TXL, M29, U9, U2. Prepare for the bus, get the ticket, move in with the crowd. Minimal distance, maximum aversion. Acceleration. For the duration of the ride, I don’t care for the detours, blocked passage ways, construction sites, alternative routes. Even the others remain outside to a degree, similar in their desire and yet different altogether.

Another corridor, exchange of data, documents, smiles and reassurance. The gateway is open. Terminal 1, I34, A19, 36G. It’s all structures, patterned, predictable. Drinks and snacks. Papers. Behind the counter, a welcoming and exchangeable smile of local color. This seat is now my home, the wall becomes a friend. Regulation of bodies suspended in space, removed from the ground. Extreme acceleration. But for the time of the flight, I don’t need to worry about weather conditions, airflow, pressure variations and the thousands of expert controls which regulate the passage.

Ueno Koen (上野公園)

Corridors, hallways, counters and transitional spaces: TXL, NRT, BA 365. The shapes change, the structure remains the same. 8:45, Platform 4, destination Ueno, JR Lines Express, 1,000¥, one-way, this coach, this seat, a view of the landscape. Exit 4, Uenokachimachi, Uenokoen. The pond looks like three years ago in spring. The bench could be any bench, anywhere else. But this is Tokyo. A city built around the vast homogeneous structure of moving smoothly in space. On all levels of the city, the patterns remain stable – to secure the passage.


It’s fun

May 27, 2010 § 1 Comment

It's in the game

So, you think, there is much more to be gained? This message is not everything? For me, the first question would be: Why is there no fun at home, compared to “more fun” by the xbox?

The ad can only work on the assumption that the everyday world of home, almost used in a derogatory sense, is to be rejected. Where does this assumption come from? My intuitive sense to the placing of this ad would be: at first, conditions beyond your reach and influence put you in a situation of income generation, where your choice of leisure activities becomes extremely limited (time?). Then, they (and we are not talking about anyone in particular) are offering a ready escape from this limited time. Thereby, less time is even available for any other activity, other than … playing DVD’s or the XBOX. A pattern of activity, infinitely repeatable, asocially or in full conscience of the others around.

My day started at 4.30 with a dedicated reading of some disciplinary theory in literature (Fish, White, Hegel, Snow, Habermas, Marx). Why are you irritated, that I don’t get the fascination you exhibit in your infatuation with repetitive digital media of the consumer universe? What is your disciplinary theory?

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