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Chaos Magic

And than it is 3:58 am in Hong Kong. Reading about Psycho Geography for my work with Allison I found this thing. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_magic
I still don’t understand. Even the green tea Kit Kat is not helping. I think on Sting singing Message in a Bottle.

Just a cast away an island lost at sea-o

HOng Kong. I am not lost in this see.
I am neon color, high, high buildings, loud laugh, Winnie, I am those streets a bit brazil a bit new york. I am being push by the gaps I find in my expectation of this place.
Curiosity. I speak with the cashier from the night market.
Karen and all the trees growing from the concrete. No order.

I stopped to search for known words, old words, in my vocabulary to explain the new. Yes, the other, the new, that I eat, that I feel, that I digest in a search for new words, experiences. To expand.

Walked out this morning I don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways looking for a home

I am not alone, I don’t feel alone. I sent my bottles, and magic… they, they got it.

THE BOOM

Dear Allison,

Here I am imagining the imaginary of how imagination works.

In order to imagine Hong Kong, I am asking myself, or I am trying to understand, what does it mean Imagination at all.

Instead of thinking that there is a World inside of me, I would like to understand it as a dictionary. A full range of feelings, emotions, city benches, ice-cream taste, blue skies, soft beds, my mothers perfume and and and… I can Imagine Michael Jackson dancing Moonwalker, well I saw him doing that, as I saw a video from the man landing on the moon.

It belongs to me, this huge dictionary of life, life that I lived 36 years long.

I feel this dictionary as an archive. There is no beginning or an end.. And Order??? Is there an order in the imagination?

Can I call it order the first thing that comes to my head?

The closest, the faster, the fresher?

There should be for sure on facebook one of these sentences.. The more I see, the more I am.

Or.. the more I live the more I am…

If that’s true, my imagination is build from my experiences.

There is an outside world, than something like a border.. the skin, the soul… and than an infinite me. Ohh…. are the captions / awareness / perceptions of thing infinite?

Is memory infinite?

To think that „my inside“ could be an archive or a huge black hole is… nice.

Things, places or situations are not only things, places or situations. They are perception (the inputs from the outside world) plus history (my inside).

So, can I say that MY reality is the coalition between my outside and my inside?

Ha! How should I call this moment.. Coalition, shock, instant, realization, boom?

So, now, I understand. I understand it better what I am doing here, my dearest Allison.

 

Reflection Locations, might be hunt for this BOOM.

 

 

Assignemnt 3 Morena

Thinking about REFLECTING LOCATIONS I ask myself about the meaning of PRESENTATION, REPRESENTATION, REINTERPRETATION. How do I „create“, explore, feel the sense of place. What it means to build an Archive of typicalness. That very fast come in my mind and ARCHIVE OF ABSURDITY. Am I a colonization traveler? Am I an explorer in my own city? Am I part of the sistem? Is all connect? Or am I a stranger?

I ask myself where is the connecting spaces? If not in plural, but the connecting spaces is a space. INTERNET. A place that connect the both cities but has no borders.

Maybe the City is a viewer, an imput, the internet the place, the other City the output..

Furthermore, I am thinking on souvenir. On Archival. How do you archive a city?

What are the tipical, what are the stories to tell.

I could imagine to develope City sculptures. Like artefacts. Like souvenirs, like storyteller.

 

Interaction. I am open. To create something new? Is about any location? Or is about Zh and HK?

I am fascinated by the 3d Programs in internet like 123D Catch. Create objects, a 3D object, that exist on internet, and everyone can print all over the world.

 

Those “sculptures” don’t really need to be only physical.. it could be sound, smells, lights…