You Get Lost Out Of A Desire

I See Disaster Everywhere; I Also […] See Generosity And Resistance Everywhere.

The Rhythm Of Walking Generates A Kind Of Rhythm Of Thinking, And The Passage Through A Landscape Echoes Or Stimulates The Passage Through A Series Of Thoughts. The Creates An Odd Consonance Between Internal And External Passage, One That Suggests That The Mind Is Also A Landscape Of Sorts And That Walking Is One Way To Traverse It. A New Thought Often Seems Like A Feature Of The Landscape That Was There All Along, As Though Thinking Were Traveling Rather Than Making.

Space--as Landscape, Terrain, Spectacle, Experience--has Vanished.

The Power Of Large Corporations Is Still A Scourge On The Earth, But At Least The Arguments Supporting Them Are Undermined Now.

For Me, Being In A Car Or On An Airplane Is Like Being In Limbo. It's This Dead Zone Between Two Places. But To Walk, You're Some Place That's Already Interesting. You're Not Just Between Places. Things Are Happening.