i was told about stories of trees.

they would squeeze their boots to reach the other side of the ocean. obviously i said branches, not boots. spasmodic boots, twigs i mean, sewing versions of themselves in skeins, and each time they threw to the ocean.

it was many times, over the years. so many it was forming a mount, then a mountain, and then an island, which buried whales beneath its roots. surface, i mean.

the goal was to reach the other shore, and, without a shadow of a doubt, not sink. but they sank to another land, still unknown and not mapped by any satellite.

a feat, one would say. shrewd manners, finally capable of creating a north. almost literally.

the next step would be trying to observe from a distance to understand its dimensions. but not by satellite or any digital or electronic device. lenses were lifted inside a tube, arranged on a tripod at the top of a long ship mast. which was itself a tree of floating roots and very long branches, taking care of sailing issues.

to the top of the mast, many lenses were collected from scraps, from the streets. they formed a great telescope, actually, almost a telescope, and so it was finally said: land in sight!

the next step was to lay the roots of elastic learning, to move slowly to this unnamed territory. trees assumed their web faculties, which blurred among them to exchange substrates, and together, in cooperation, turned themselves into gigantic spiders so they could reach the ship.

if the flock were larger, they might even have created ways of dispensing navigation, building with their branches and webs a long bridge that would lead to the invented land. however, it was a risky route, since certainly medium-capacity trackers would notice such intervention. therefore, they opted to cast themselves into the seas.

the tree is the ship that is the spider, made of many webs and branches, reaching high dimensions and being able to see at long distances.

a magnifying glass, you said. to bring closer.

no high precision device. no conscious calculation was made. angles and directions of the stars would guide their path, trees were determined, a whole ecosystem to be created on board.

was the goal in itself to go or arrive? or inhabit the ship?

they would not forget their boots; by then they were already part of it. many blankets were spinned with care, and they brought many fruits, which were to be harvested on dry land.

there, a new axis would be created to move from. some kind of center, branching. not centered, however, in which ways would have to be woven in the tangles, and uncovered within them.

games and playing were encouraged, all of them with clubs, crooked rings, stones or letters. nothing that was not organic would be incorporated, nor exaggeratedly processed.

only cuts, hooks, ferments and connections. balance of colors, composition of carings and memories, reunited together.

silences became sacred, an agreement of many, as well as dissonances.

no one was afraid, no one was ground. all would be ships, being able to launch and tie themselves when it made sense. celestial inversions and other songs, everyone celebrated. and told new stories, interspersed. §


1. if there is high and low, right and left, front and back, there is a place. 2. if where there was one thing and now there is another, there is a place. 3. if there is a body, there is a place. 4. if every body is situated in a place of their own, there is a place.

[yes, aristotle. rely on the bases, even if we overwrite them later.]

artifact. built people. wandering place.

of wilderness only boots are left, so many trips around that spent my memories become, i stop to pull myself together.

to imagine a land that is not matter of composition but disaster, delay, same trails so elusive i can only remember. survival techniques are vast. handling places, behaviour, the daily struggle and dancing.

the floor is made of wood, pitched roof, built with their own hands. previewing minimal interference in the environment, for real. forest enters the house and turns it into a labyrinthine challenge that brings comfort, fun. dry in the sun what’s left beforehand, fill with water what they want to cultivate. observe.

for the stoics, the problem of place is connected to the problem of movement. a place is conceived by the transition of bodies that pass through it. as in aristotle.

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boundaries. is place an interlude? a position.

territorialists would say, this is my place. distinction by barriers, ticket gates, limits arbitrarily developed, generating the notion of ownership. does place has an owner?

i’d say land. a piece of land, a place. pure matter, perceived in consonance with what surrounds it. music. structure, systemic movements that meet varying routes, paths, damage, elevation. cyclical voltages, even before construction.

from limit comes reference. perhaps, of an accurate ground. then, routes are drawn, maps, myths and memories grow. families are formed, networks and coalitions organized by systems of kinship, continuities. then perhaps this: instead of fences, notions of group assimilation. contiguities, ways of doing and living.

one day, a protocol is issued, stepping over any notion of habit, even care. foreigners are those who won’t take part in decisions. mounts grant demolition of the land, buildings replacement. they say, “it is modernity!”. purposeless horseshoes, crack the ground.

the fearless take front. “it’s for a sense of belonging, for the rights kicked away. and where to build, then?” some lives. some rest. habits, so electric they float. pass through walls, break areas, spreading flowers wherever they go.


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.


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.