When I started this whole blogging thing - I had a great big vision about where it would go: A blog about the city and the connective tissue making it move and breath and pulse - the documentation of the bodily functions of My City.
Trouble is, I spend my time in such a stupidly small parameter of space that I have forgotten my own bodily need to be inspired enough to ignite my spirit, much less write about the dynamic cityscape.
I can't stop thinking about situationist art and mapping practices.
The kind of disjointed and inspired physical existence of the derive simply isn't containable within a 9 - 5 (or 6 or 7), day job kind of life. The closet one might get to a derive from behind a desk is surfing the net. Admittedly, this is a fluid and often beautiful and enlightening experience. A person can travel through the internet in a way that is unattainable in material existence. Sure.
What bugs me is that the only physical evidence of this kind of exploration is a numb set of butt cheeks, a tight wrist and cold fingers.