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Psychogeography.
Please, keep it away from the reach of children. Only the name could provoke severe mental traumas.
But when you finally manage to write and pronounce it...it doesn't sound this bad.
But when you finally manage to write and pronounce it...it doesn't sound this bad.
Psychogeography is the imperfect science who investigates the relationships between the beings and the places they live in. But this is a cold, emotions-free definition. I don't like it. Psychogeogrtaphy is much more than that. It is the imperfect science (may this oximoron be blessed) which investigates the relations between the body and the space around it, the soul and the landscapes, the eyes and what the eyes see. The relations between the mind, and the places the mind thinks of. In a simple way, the connection between the inside and the outside.
We, as human being, tend to project ourselves everywhere.
Think about it and look around: from a socket to a house façade.. don't they always resemble a human face? With the two windows as eyes and the front door as a mouth..
And think about a city: hasn't it got a heart, a brain, lungs.. arteries untying all around it?
Let me explain. Look at it from above.
It's night, and the entire town has become a sort of mechanical galaxy, a concentration of electric supernovas and skycrapers.
Now, only now, you can see the blood slide and flow in those veins: it's us. Us in our cars, with their red lights on. Arteries, literally. Running everywhere in a calm disorder. Keeping the city alive.
Our heartbeats, together, like a drum chorus, create a weird silent symphony.
It may be the music God dances on when nobody's looking at him.
This is psychogeography.
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