to conceive LEAVING the PLACE implies in a certain sense an overcoming. like going beyond a previous experience; a point that driven by MOVEMENT generates another situation.
to transcend a shapeless moment, barely functional, rickety. to undo a certain numbness, recognize all processes. to mix the disposal of intellects.
an upturned compass, refreshed.
in recent trips I made sure to carry a compass, my dearest companion together with a flashlight and a slighly tall, chubby backpack. useful accoutrements, perhaps in this case even more useful as travel ideas, nomadism desires. flings of incorporating an explorer character: expedito azuis, the one who acts, jaunty traveler. expedito hitchhikes, learns to fly. fills in with colours and forests a landscape, as image of both quiet and challenge, shelter, located more INSIDE than OUTSIDE, to speak of coordinates. desires, like squares and places, get confused. nothing is just a same, affable thing distinguishable from the others.
going beyond implies in transit. against traffic jams*, i walk unhurried, cross bridges and climb buildings. it’s about overcoming expectations, for acquiring abrupt directions, too uncertain to speculate. nothing but practice, until one knows not to exist in wait or complex planning, but process, stream, that flows and drains off the sidewalks, only walks on foot.
a precision of grouts: to extract the simplicity of things. decomplexify, as a chemical process. for such, one must deprogram, rethink all systems and existing methods. derange. will it be needed; what if i do a different way; is it true that i need so much; can’t soil regenerate itself? composition. learn the colours of a place, build from it and that’s all. around, there are so many things that stimulate aimless loss, the same crystal path, of skyscrapers with plasma TV and rush.
transition. transitive transit of mystery beings, minerals, rhythms that compound the shallow clean slate of monotony. monotype, routes in vain: so many techniques and i only see one color. voltage noise, confuses our brains.
x
trans is a queer radical. it lies beyond the system, of the usual understanding of betweenthings. sews up embroidery and laughs at their own folly, changes the subject, you never know for sure when they go. they may assume absurd characters, travess the amazon forest, transform.
transe disorders are possible, sincere aspects that come to surface, get lost. water and animals, wonder twin powers activate, always something other than expected. x, no gender no class, take on different shapes according to the situation. strategy is part of their deconstructive structure – prepared to transcend the biggest crisis, transpose, hallucinate.