Cartographic Aura
How many thoughts are processed in the course of one 24hr period? I read somewhere that researchers believe it might be around 50 000. That seems like a low estimate to me.
We are our environment. This much, I realized long ago, but as time and circumstance change my situation and attitudes, it has come to mean different things. To dwell within the inner core of a bourgeoning urban metropolis has affected me in incomprehensible ways, both physically and psychically. To quote Georg Simmel
"The psychological basis of the metropolitan type of individuality consists in the intensification of nervous stimulation which results from the swift and uninterrupted change of outer and inner stimuli."
The magnitude of the class division is ever widening here, and as I survey the landscape of the areas within which I exist, and frequently traverse, I am dumbfounded at times by the awe which certain views inspire, and by the almost hypno-magnetic attraction that industrial behemoths and non-descript commercial structures command. In the affluent neighbourhoods, the sights are predictable and the mood is one of cautious decadence. There is one word for this lifestyle, SECURITY
In the DES (Downtown East Side) there is a disappearing world of the past, or so it seems to me. The harbourfront is a writhing machine of industry, and within the small area that borders it just to the South, there is a world of the forgotten. The food lines increase monthly, the number of outcasts grows into a formidable force, one that demands to be acknowledged.
Psychogeographic Tour
We are our environment. This much, I realized long ago, but as time and circumstance change my situation and attitudes, it has come to mean different things. To dwell within the inner core of a bourgeoning urban metropolis has affected me in incomprehensible ways, both physically and psychically. To quote Georg Simmel
"The psychological basis of the metropolitan type of individuality consists in the intensification of nervous stimulation which results from the swift and uninterrupted change of outer and inner stimuli."
The magnitude of the class division is ever widening here, and as I survey the landscape of the areas within which I exist, and frequently traverse, I am dumbfounded at times by the awe which certain views inspire, and by the almost hypno-magnetic attraction that industrial behemoths and non-descript commercial structures command. In the affluent neighbourhoods, the sights are predictable and the mood is one of cautious decadence. There is one word for this lifestyle, SECURITY
In the DES (Downtown East Side) there is a disappearing world of the past, or so it seems to me. The harbourfront is a writhing machine of industry, and within the small area that borders it just to the South, there is a world of the forgotten. The food lines increase monthly, the number of outcasts grows into a formidable force, one that demands to be acknowledged.
Psychogeographic Tour