29th of January 2018. Ibiza
Daytime.( Listening to “Permeate the Divide” by Robert Rich.)
Again I go out into my labyrinth to listen while walking the same streets that once again become new ones to me.
Today I also feel the ground under my feet pulsing, as if I walked on a breathing being.
My brain is very talkative, more than usual, going over this and that. The body sensation of walking on an alive being makes me think of all the dimensions of nature, the cosmos, us in it, ecology, plastic waste and etc etc…
I decide to just keep looking for new detail in the visual field, one, then an other, then an other and so on, keep a rhythm of findings going that will work to discipline myself to not get stuck in an idea. It works. After a while, I just seem to be listing findings. A towel on a balcony, a broken corner, a little window with a pink curtain, a blue line I had never seen, a cat, etc.. It turns into a rhythm to not think. Much closer to what I aim for.
As I look back on the walks, I must say, even if I walk though similar paths and know them very well, each time I seem to have a very different experience and I guess that has to do with choosing or finding a point of focus that makes the rest of the context take on a different meaning. Almost like travelling each day to a different place.
