Thoughts inspired by daily events and occurences carelessly penned down while walking in the public space. Started in Spring 2012
Short profiles inspired by random people encountered in the public space or acquanited on different occasions. Started in July 2013
Spontaneous, naive observations and judgments triggered while taking public transportation.. Encountering people, analysing advertisements or eavesdropping random conversations is a starting point for a reflecting drive. Initiated in Stockholm, 2012.
Quotes from daily readings and hearings. Initiated in the Summer 2013
People need shit literature to appreciate the good one Hemingway's observation can be easily projected onto other disciplines of life. Is not it that we sharpen our criticism once being exposed to something we do not agree with, to something that blocks us and disables appreciation? In these very moments, we have a chance to strenghten the argumentation for our point of view. We can enhance a devotion and upgrade our positive confidence in things we believe in. Therefore an exposure to bad education mobilizes us to look for answers on our own, providing us with in fact more verifyable benefits than following well designed, but very often empty educational templates. The cost of money vs cost of effort Nowadays, especially in the countries where education costs money, there seems to be a capitalistic transaction happening not only between students and institutions, but also or as a result of such, between students and their teachers. Whenever a calculated mechanism is introduced in place formerly occupied by rather informal but truely, socially, intelectually and symbiotically beneficial agreement, the authenticity and a chance to develop conditions for an organic work towards a societal benefit disappear. The capitalistic ideas of individualsm and competition colonize even places like schools and academias, Exterminating the concept of school seen as a collective contribution to shared and commonly applicable knowledge. Beyond the frontiers The essence of life and its authentic illuminations happen beyond the frontiers of commerce, which force citizens to choreograph their interaction according to defined procedures. Purposeless protest It seems somewhat healthy to join the protest of which foundational principles one has no idea. The political drive which pushes one to go on the street, while initially very strong and determining, within time loses its leading role to be replaced by just a pure primal joy of outpouring rage. Gift network theory Observing behaviour of shoe polishers on the streets of Istanbul ( those more remote towards the centre) and generalizing it into a model, one can observe interesting economic interdependence, of which main force might be seen in a gift or a favour. Passing by initially indifferent a shoe polisher we see him clumsely dropping a brush. Having been properly raised and demonstrating our culture, we gently pick the brush up and pass it back to its owner, whose face from radically indiferent all of a sudden turns into the most thankful one. As a reward for our honesty and well-roundiness, we are now irresistably offered, or what we will learn soon, rather forced, to accept the pay-back in a form of a free service of shoe-polishing. Confronted with the clear insurance of not being obliged to pay anything, we anticipate that at the end - and in the case of the shoe polisher being left without its reward for executing our reward received for not being indifferent, so basically behaving politely - the situation will be unbearable. To avoid it we are once again forced to consult the repertoire of our good manners, paying for the service. The capitalist model of global economy does not differ that much from this. We continuously receive gifts for which we are irresistibly requested to pay. The dropped brush, in other words, the lur is the social benefit, a discount, an attractive offer, so well known, almost proverbial '2 for 1', or 'the first month for free'. Natural Environment To tell what belongs to so called natural emvironment and what does not fall under its criteria can be quite a task nowadays- it is easier to come across a heavy industrial vehicle like tractor/koparka while walking in the forest than a wild animal. The latter seems to be gradually perceived as the other, a stranger, abnprmal and unnatural guest in its long time ago natural habitat. Ethical concerns Is it ethical to include or impose ethical directives in heavy pragmatic policies? By forcing someone to act ethically in fact one reveals a totalitarian attitude. Aesthesis As a matter of fact, the majority of our choices is driven by aesthetic concerns. Or in many cases at least, our reasoning, curiosity, criticisms and ambition got inactivated when confronted with aesthetically fulfilling impression. BubbleBabel It becomes quite common nowadays to find oneself in a situation where surrounded by multilingual citizens one loses the sense of belonging to the certain place. Does the fact that certain ethnic groups - while migrated to the new lingual environment - maintain their native language as primary and in some cases Intentionally refusing to learn the new one, in the eyes of the hosts reflect the weakness of a will to integrate, or -totally oposite- manifests the hospitality, respect and tolerance towards rules that the incomers bring? Unwanted lesson Even from the least expected situation that one ends up in, even against his/her will, one can still draw enriching conclusions. It just a matter of finding right angle and a proper balance between the distance and engagement, so that the healthy conditions for critical reasoning might occur. Such as this was the pop-show experience I would have never gone myself to... Politically cultural standpoint Art and culture have power to spark conditions for the appearance of an interesting mode of space. Stepping into this space is a form of a contract between one-the subject- and reality from which one is temporarily disappearing. A tacit acceptance of the ineffable requirement in return enables distancing and gaining a standpoint from which one might be securely sinful towards abandoned schemes. If we clash the cultural world with the political, the operational and the protocol-based modalities they realize, we can very easily notice a vast dissonance resulting from this confrontation - at least on the meta and interpretative dimension. To be simply put, the protocol within art world if compared to the political one, if exists at all, is loose and flexible. The political correctness on the other hand, weaved to that extent that almost paralyzes freedom to shape opinions, might be thus interestingly challenged upon juxtaposing with artistic disobedience. Culture is capable of absorbing and accepting much more than the political stiffness, opening-although sometimes in a brutal way- 'correctly squinted eyes'. The cost of information Internet seems to facilitate processes of commercialization of education and the access to information which is ultra contradictory to its alleged mission or utopian believes of some prophets of digital democracy. It seems that after years of although problematic yet quite open accessibility the tendencies are to introduce class divisions in regard to the level of accessibility. For the full access, as we can see it already in many cases, one will obviously have to pay respectively the biggest amount. This introduction of the categorization of users will obviously contribute to the maintenance, if not reinforcement, of the imbalance of wealth and knowledge... Sorrow park People have no time to be creative. They suffer from a shortage of valuable And decent entertainment, not to mentioned self-developed forms of fun activities. Thus, they delegate preparations of such experiences to experts and their inventions, theme parks, cinemas and other buy-able time fillers/filters. Hierarchical excitement In a political realm ruled by protocols and hierarchical determinants, it seems like the most excited people are those who still have someone above them. It stimulates their behaviors and constitutes source of thrills while confronting the higher level. For those who are already there at the top, to truly get motivated while parading among 'the lower ones' seems challenging if possible at all Learning about reality One can get to comprehend reality better through studying how at the time augmented reality is being shaped and envisaged. Every science-fiction piece is to some degree mirroring reality or reveals ambitions, concerns, fears and threats cultivated by society at that particular stage of development. Periphery One has to reach periphery in order to /re/discover the essence. One has to get closer to the outskirts of humanity, civilization and societal conditioning, experience a shock, unfamiliarity and restlessness to realize how delusional the state of being dependent on artificially superimposed unnecessary determinants is. Joyful times Western civilization for last 70 years-or since the end of the world war II has been gradually immersing itself in an irrational race for joy. Escapism from the trauma contributed to the establishment of the greatly ignorant and artificial attitudes to those who authentically refer to tragic, existential and decadent spheres of human nature. The long sighted vs. The short sighted The landscape of modern Sardinia, when it comes to the presence of human settlements has a dialectic arrangement. On one hand one can notice very regularly placed stone rotundas of which origins are rooted back even in pre-roman times. Certainly, most of them survived to our times only partially, yet looking at them makes one assured of their stability and reliability rather than destructive power of time over the material culture. On the other hand, valleys and hills of, in particular inland Sardinia, reveal partially hidden yet shamelessly visible concrete buildings abandoned at some point or building sites which turned frozen into non-places. I still did not figure out the reason of such a state, nevertheless, one would deduce that the major factor could be the crisis and leaning towards coasts which attract more attention, investments and the flow of tourists. Looking at those decaying structures, one gets filled with a completely different reflections to those invoked by studying stone ruins. One realizes the vanity and temporaneity of our short-sighted modernity, driven by spastic speculations and securing the short term prosperity. Comfort-driven Observing tourists and campers at the fully equipped camping sites of central Italy brings rather pessimistic impressions. Crossing through the camp-site and glimpsing at the richly arranged camping settlements where very often a huge camper car with its brutal dominance constitutes a center, one realizes how dependent on and addicted to comfort our modern society is nowadays. Among static campers stuck to their portable tellies connected to satellite plates or nervously opening and closing fully packed fridges, it is truly hard to find a humble hiker with just his/her tent and basic equipment. The idea of camping, which in my opinion is based on setting out intentional constraints, limitation of needs and social obedience in aforementioned places is completely subverted. Organization of space In Kaliningrad, public places and the public as such seem not to exist. Many of the squares and quasi-public areas are non-intentional results of not well executed urban planning processes. Random corners and concrete islands in between heavy trafficked streets are pointlessly beautified with arrangements of flowers. There is individual nor common will and urge to improve this state of play. People do not seem to be concerned at all about the place in between themselves perhaps because it has never been initiated as belonging to them or simply because throughout the period of communism no one was ever taught nor injected to the local ecosystems the potential individual or civic initiative Second hand relationship The cheaper the second-hand item is in comparison to the brand new the more disrespectful this valuation of sharing as a naturally human deed is. And this is because sharing in its pure form should be free from any conversion, thus when replaced even with the most symbolical and minimal value representation then one could say that this very deed yet more dramatically reveals the corruptive principles and dishonesty. Tensta Konsthall Sterilized, intellectual/cultural bubble in the middle of truly diverse, dynamic neighborhood of tensta. Local people does not seem to be willing or invited to interweave. The konsthall seems a bit like a bastion of arty establishment, trying perhaps to bring and present what's by them is considered culturally relevant with an ignorance of the surrounding and their comprehension of culture Walking Walking, the simplest possible activity, seen as the most direct and humble confrontation with nature offers conditions to look at the pure human without corruption and moral inconsistencies imposed by living in a city and being a part of society. Sport game such as running, due to being free from technological conditioning, hence eliminating privileging and favorization, offer the most democratic platform for confrontation or competition. Looking at the results of running competition at the Olympic games one realizes it quickly Man/ifestation After seeing Robert Dick playing his flutes, one realizes the importance of the intimate relationship between human and instrument. Once created by human in every relationship to a human being it expects and receive an individual value, personality and projects it back onto its animator. How striking is the contrast between such a harmony and a disharmonious clash between a musician struggling with setting up his complex electronic equipment of which operations often remain unknown. Folk free imagination Imposition of canons, iconography kills a naively creative freedom of the local folk. The latter is in fact more humble, authentic and lived through. The sculptures created by locals are more touching since made out of belief, not commissioned and professionalized in terms of production and fitting to the current standards, - town of Castelrotto Limone-post capitalistic scenario The town is functioning as a summer resort for Italian, but mostly Austrian tourists. Over last several years, due to the crisis,many of the hotel owners decided to sell their possessions and move to the cities. Young generation of local people, just as their peers from other European countries hit by the crisis hit the road out of Italy in a search for a better future. The people who stay in limone form a really tiny community which in the winter-a dead season in this region nowadays- gets even smaller. Mostly old people with some savings seem to remain in the town. Abandoned hotels occasionally filled with Chinese tourists, empty beaches with closed villas and residencies, dusted sign saying- private beach against enormously beautiful landscape luckily remaining untouched by economical turbulence. Walking There is something metaphysical in walking in the darkness. While the dimmed reality around gets ripped off its colors and visual complexity, the mind starts gradually filling in the space with creative unconstrained and fantastic thoughts. Bergamo - the city of classes The topology of Bergamo reflects very well a class division between its inhabitants. The very top of the hill, a bit above the old town is occupied by the richest. The castle which back in town used to dominate above the entire settlement is now barely accessible due to the thick layers of fences surrounding posh villas. Stepping a layer down, one enters the old town. There seem not to be place for actual citizens but rather stores, offices and commerce driven venues. Perhaps above these, which are located on the ground floors, their high class owners have their apartments. The lower one go the poorer regions one enters. The flat land belongs to small shop owners, daily service providers or cheap looking fast food bars. Many of these are run by immigrants, again pushed out off the 'Olimp' hill. Immigrants seem to rather intentionally stay away from the ' locals' and form rather closed communities. Performances How would one survive without letting self in the performative mode from time to time. People seem to be too much caged in their - or rather according to them- proper, correct and serious roles, observing or witnessing someone performing is thus a remedy for them being restrained. A performer becomes a healer, a shaman taking upon himself/herself the burden of being different or making difference. The relevance of medium In order to reach the audience member or to make person identify and recognize familiarity in the conveying the message, one has too use as little obtrusive medium as possible. The medium should eventually disappear making the receiver dedicate all the efforts to comprehensive and reflect on the content. So, if to trigger certain state which should send receiver back in time and feel naturally and authentically experience as one was actually going through the similar conditioning, one has to translate the past medium of such conditioning to its equivalent in contemporaneity, or the closest possible relative capable of transmitting such states. T34 tank The quantity is quality itself. German design perfectionism rendered as failure if compared to russian efficiency in producing a mass of cheaply and quickly assembled machines. The genius of design, blueprints of war Multicultural The identity is reflected in what we wear, the garments and clothes that cover our uniting nudity. We make difference among each other coloring our bodies with textiles and accessories. Analyzing this shell and its component one quickly realizes its multicultural origins. Ir is an odd reflection of countries the components come from. It weirdness underlies in fact that their production controllers have nothing to do with the land, society and culture they operate in and exploit. In fragments I have to think in fragments. Thinking to much and too long is inappropriate. If you took a break to think, reflect you might be considered depressed, melancholic or preoccupied with something disturbing. Untitled note Our memories refer to visual instances and picturesque representations of what we actually experience. We no longer have access to our experiences, they are blocked from presenting in front of us but rather get represented . Talk to the older person and notice have differently you refer to your histories Only time changes Throughout centuries we can see that changing ideologies have a tendency to wipe off all the traces that their preceding system of value left. It happens both on the symbolic level and the material. Material destruction is probably more striking and dramatic. Tearing down architecture, sculptures and monuments in fact turns into a symbolic act. Part of Slussen architecture was built of stones coming from old monasteries that became victims of a sudden dethronization of Catholicism and introduction of protestantism Is stranger? Is stranger who i see twice a stranger any longer? I met twice the same person, who ended up sitting in front of me in two different trains i took. Ingen riktigt Finne I watched a documentary about a Finnish guy and his father who first moved from Finland to Sweden to escape the recession and after several years moved back to Finland. They revisit Sweden taking a car trip. The identity problems do not seem to be that much related to the environment and society, but rather to the inner family complexities. Father and son, through a deep conversation, in fact the first in their life, talk about the past, grief and the reasons of feeling a bit detached, specially in the case of the son. Hegemony One hegemony replaces the other. Criticism based on negation is a form of hegemony, so is the so called post criticism or constructive criticism offering another set of values, another social order. We have to be aware that every alternative has a degree of hegemony. Perhaps only the humble awareness of this can make the alternative justifiable, or? Subversion against one certain system, since depends very tightly on or refers to its constitution is in fact its morphed version, long distant cousin. It has to accept the reasoning of its opposed system of value to upon its rumble build an alternative. Thus the alternative does not escape similarities and references.(look polish anti communists using methods of the defeated system of repression) _ Passion, desire, not pushing for them but let them organically reorganize the world. Punk-polite I was at pressbyran standing in a line for my dose of daily coffee. In front of me a young punk girl was waiting patiently for her turn. She wore a heavy black leather jacket with a lot of hand writing done with a white paint strongly contrasting with the background. Slogans and phrases were rather strong highlighting a range of affections stretching from an unmeasurable hate to questionable love. Her red her was enhancing her visual disobedience. When her turn came she addressed the seller in a most gentle and cultured way, and after receiving her goods, as the only one from the entire bunch ahead of her, she wished the shop assistant a pleasant day. Untitled note Technological devices such as mobile technology can be seen as pacifiers of the society. While used in transient situations, in the public they force one's heads down reinforcing the indifferent attitude towards the surrounding. The paralyze the ability to critically co-exist with and negotiate the space. The naive or genuine perception is replaced with its complete lack or disruption disabling the more intimate identification with. Observant How much of what I observe can really aspire to be called by me as my observation... Passing collective housing stretching on the suburbs of Stockholm. Copy paste mentality of architects expressed in concrete repetitiveness... Innovate Culture should be considered as a transformation agent, not the witness... Commission Impossible In the neoliberal economy, where private businesses are in a close touch with the politics, there is no difference for cultural initiatives when it comes to searching for support from either the state or the private commission. If the private business is successful, it is probably due to being in line with the mainstream cemented by the state. If the business is not successful it will at the first place, not decide to spend money on cultural activity which is, in the neoliberal reality, considered unnecessary, useless or at the most, entertaining yet not being able to bring capitalistic benefits, which is a key blinding society. Toy story -Toy Store I went to a toy store to buy something for my friend's and my cousin's newly born kids. The toys one encounters after entering the store are somewhat like a miniature of what the regular supermarket or shopping mall is equipped with. One can see widget versions of kitchen supplies or miniature stoves, fridges, fancy bedrooms, even toilets with expensive jacuzzi bathtubs... Is childhood only a preparatory period, before entering the full blown consumerism? Toys provided by big companies, for kids seem like free samples of what in the future they will have to purchase in order to fulfill their dreams or subliminally injected lusts from the early childhood. Imitation Everything in Krakow seems worse than in so called developed countries of the west, worse when it comes to its economic value and fulfilling neoliberal standards. Yet the society makes its best to run after a neoliberal model of lifestyle. This is quite often described here as lemming-like life, hence its actors are referred to as lemmings. This blind race began about 20 years ago and never got informed by a true, critical reflection or a will to search for better alternatives. The polish capitalist machinery never developed into one fully mirroring its western brother, inheriting or being corrupted by its preceding habits. In its mimicking ambitions to embrace the capitalist promise. Greasing Greece Kos, a small island weirdly animated by tourists brought here by cheap airlines. The landscape is dominated by villas, hotels and resorts of all sorts. They are located mostly along the coast. A bit more towards inland part of the island some rocks are stretching nicely completing beautiful landscape. Walking up there is however merely impossible by a regular nomad or curious wanderer. Hills are separated from the coast by a number of high class mansions. Their gardens, fenced do not welcome any intruder, even the one who would just like to cut across towards hills, as it used to be quite common not that long time ago. The owner of villas which replaced shepherds sheds, replaced their goats with aggressive dogs, lazily awaiting a wanderer to enact the guarding skills imposed on them by not necessarily native inhabitants. Many if them come from other countries, such as Italy, perhaps taking advantage of the skinny economy... Rhodes Island The island which throughout the history changed its owner and leading ideology many times, each time receiving an imprint on a number of strata, but which always remained significantly wealthy and offering many goods(whether cultural production, arts or food) today fully relies on tourism. This tourism enables more and more unreflected exploitation. The only thing that a tourist brings and which counts, is cash. Nowadays, in the times of touristic expansion, there is no way to make such a transaction culturally and socially beneficial for both sides. The 'everyday life experience' is shallowly tailored to satisfy a general tourist, touristic hybrid which from there is not a single contribution expected other than the financial. Contemporary cultural landscape does not exist on the wild-tourism driven islands of Greece. Looking at the landscape as it unfolds, one very easily can spot myriad of hotels, resorts and posh restaurants attracting mostly North European and Eastern European low fare airlines' travelers. The oases of leisure do not seem to differ from each other offering a limited, poor, yet sadly satisfying variety of pleasures for entertainment looking visitors. If one approaches to compare this landscape of rather cheaply assembled holiday palaces to the landscape of temples, baths, stadiums, theatres and agoras of the B.C times, as a result one would get a rather disturbing dialectical punch. The ancient 'resorts' however built following a highly religious constitution, served equally both, the bodily and divine/spiritual needs forming a balanced answer for the complexity of existential expectations, their new incarnations focused on short term pleasures and quick benefits for their owners, dramatically rape this balance. Earlier in Kos A waitress was telling me about the tendency in the tourist industry that kills small initiatives and local restaurants. Since most of the hotels have in offer only all inclusive and nothing else, external dining services are put at risk. It is cheaper for both sides, hotels and their customers, so mutually enables some savings. Local restaurants, small tavernas which have been around for many years, kept up by generations after generations, are eventually forced to close up. First they limit the number of employees, due to the enormously high insurance which the owner have to pay for each. After doing so, they lose a chance for European subsidies, which often requires from smaller businesses to employ at least 2-3 people. Then they basically have to stop the business and focus on something else. In the Greek society the only side one can fully rely on is family. However, this situation, as many restraining ones, seems to unite people. Lindos Athena's temple from the 3rd century BC erected on top of the hill has first become an interest of danish archeologists at the beginning of the 19 hundreds. In the 30's Italians began works on restoring the oldest parts of the temple and architecture around. Without proper knowledge and preparation they assemble the structure in a wrong order, merging wrong pieces of sculptures which resulted in unintended post modernistic collage. Only in the 80's of the 20 century Greek government due to some EU funding started a programme aiming to rebuild the original construction ( which anyways renders rather impossible) the historical narrative is always a merge of pieces more or less correctly assembled, if the oral history or written tradition which is not less selective, is an agreed picture consisting of sharper and blurry elements joint together by a conclusive and logic (although not always rational) reasoning, why can not architecture or approach to the historical sites reflect that mode of thinking? Perhaps the most authentic, tranquilizing conflicting situations, would be to leave historical decomposition to its own devices, instead of digging in corpses and artificially trying to bring these often Frankenstein-like instances back to lives Banalities Every thought not turned into action or utilized in a constructive way has no more value than a regular banality... Tranquilizing Archiving processes have tranquilizing power. They let us feel as we possessed control over time. Archiving makes us feel comfortable as long as the decision what to store depends on us. Documentation process happening externally to our integrity might have opposite consequences. Each life is an archival project of a bipolar character. The closest to escape from Sontag In her book "regarding the pain if others" Susan Sontag revisits her collection of essays entitled "about photography". She writes about two conflicting effects mass media triggered by broadcasting images of war and death. On one hand, if not television and photo journalism, the awareness of the horrific events of conflicts such as the one in Bosnia would not be discussed worldwide and perhaps the reaction would have been weaker. On the other hand, over-presentation of brutal images, detailed shots of dying victims in media contributed to weakening of the feeling of compassion and true identification with the suffering. According to Sontag, even though there is no clear answer to whether show war footage publicly via mass media, the problem in fact lies in how the footage is presented. She critically gets back to her term "ecology of the image" advocating that there is no place for any agency nor committee dosing the portion of cruel imagery. Sontag 2 Perhaps we value memory too much and thinking not enough. Remembrance is an ethical deed, as such it has a moral value. In order to reconcile, memory has to be incomplete, constrained. Village Small villages, of which populations often do not go over 1000 people are fully dependent on incomers. The number of tourists coming in from outside probably exceeds the number of the 'natives'. The population or profile of inhabitants is hence very fluid. It is interesting to observe how the flow of externally originated capital reinforces the local aura and its rather strong instances represented across cuisine through architecture and local traditions to the very language. The commerce did not seem to hurt this place, nor spoiled its inhabitants. In contrary, it rather solidified their integrity which they seem to consistently maintain. On the other hand, one could deduce that if this local economy is so much dependent on external economies and regular contribution of the external capital, in the case of its shortage or crisis, this paradise might turn into hell. It is hurt to predict, but it seems that the capital and financial benefits do not seem to constitute the entire drive for the existence of local communities. The strong family connections, years of locally loyal coexistence, traditions passed from generation to generation (in the past particularly not seen as existing only due to the potential financial benefit) might perhaps let the community survive quite easily without looking forward to welcoming fat-wallet strangers, or? On the other hand, the local community consists of rather polarized cultures. On one hand these are Austrians or the second generation of which parents came from Austria or Austro-Hungarian Empire. On the other hand one will find Italians, who officially received the land after the second world war. These two groups however do not seem to cultivate any hatred or biases. The autonomous character of the region with its almost full financial independence from the rest of the country (90% of taxes remain within the county) serve people which do not search for conflictuous situations. The good nature of the locals living in a visible harmony, projected onto both neighbours and strangers might perhaps derive from the responsibility for the region which one can almost outline with the eye, as opposed to having one's deeds linked to and dependent on the national or even global processes one can barely comprehend. The chance to develop a spirit of solidarity seems to be much more realistic to evolve into reality in smaller, more transparent and internally familiarized communities. There, taking a responsibility for a concrete move and action is much more easily trackable in case of both failure and success. What about regions which have not been so lavishly equipped with natural sources and economical potential? Who should take responsibility for the actions or actually the lack of actions resulting from the impotent ground? How to develop a real sense of common, broader responsibility, solidarity, compassion and a healthy disinterestfullness in helping those who have not been given similar opportunities? Can an organised political or economical system impose such a sensibility? A grain of sound Meeting with Tarek Atoui was inspiring. I was able to agree with him that sometimes one can learn and get informed more from a 'Grain of sound', as he called it, as opposed to the whole sentence. It obviously depends on the receiver's disposal of cultural/emotional and perhaps experiential baggage she/he carries an ability to navigate smoothly between metaphors and the network of associations. We deliberated whether it would be possible to encapsulate what's characteristic about for instance J.Lennon's music in this one grain. To downsample his uniqness in a milusecond of a tune. Another observation is that perhaps a complete deconstruction an re-familiarization/re-aesthetization/ of an archive that does not inform the common audience, as long as might bring a new value to the community, despite blurring and dissolving the original message, can be seen as positive Coloured Today is the anniversary of the Warsaw uprising. One of the biggest polish news portal published a series of color photographs depicting the ruins in the city. Apparently the film role was found in one of the abandoned tanks. The colors of the photographs seem rather unnatural, a bit oversaturated making the image look somewhat ironically happy. Having been over years accustomed to the b&w depuction of war times, it is diffocult to trust in such narrative Artworld If artworld did not exist, who knows, maybe people would have been more willing to use creativity, spontaneity and empathy in their daily lives? The artworld with its sterile galleries constitute exclusive islands where one is excused if behaving unconventionally, having unconventional observations and inappropriate thoughts. Upon exiting the gallery, somewhat purified from abstractedness one can get back to fully blown rational behaviour. The act of killing The movie presents us a group of former or current paramilitary members enacting their drastic and brutal executions of communist in the 60's. The movie has a construction of a movie in a movie. It is sort of a Psychodrama session where the characters are not victims, but the perpetrators, and which does not have an intention to lead to the final breakout and resolution. It is not that I want to defend the oppressors, but they just as well as the victims, during the process of reperforming horrible acts, might unintendedly get exposed to large psychological turbulances for which, the film crew does not take any responsibility. If it is a movie about the general construction of human psyche in the light of horrific conflicts and masacres there should be a sensibility towards the unexpexted outcomes developed. The reenactment of murders might lead to a restorative reflections, buy might as well lead to reevocation of the past. Against rationality I let myself to be absurd. Not to hold on to any balustrades of rationality. The wind outside there, behind the thin window glass, pushes me to pay attention, pay attention to a relational jealousy of things and thingies playing pretentiously with each other in a cheesy battle for appreciation. In the apartment right across the street, I can see a bunch of young people having party. Fullfiling the contemporary definition of the saturday evening. Obliging themselves and allowing each other to get into good mood. Nothing else is happening out there. All the windows are shut and the reality behind them gets blank. Maybe people weave they dreamy stories while asleep. Maybe they make the most passionate love with the most distantly beautiful entities in the universe. Maybe they all died, at the same time? It is possible, is not it?. Every alive one will die. What if everyone does that at the same time? A collectively deadly and ultimate zeitgeist. The wind does not stop winning. Human vs computer Luckily it is still a human who corrects the computer, not the other way round. An example could be a 3d rendering which almost always is infected with some glitch to be strenghten by human. In relation to the computer, it is still human who aspires to be a perfectionist. And that is paradoxically why he/she conceives of computer... Past/present/past Memory of the past always serves merely the presence. The past is determined by presence Augmented reality Did we loose the believe in changing the reality around us and totally entrusted technology to do it for us by brutally cheating our senses? Augmented reality technology is a digital imposition of mediated content onto the space (which is actually already augmented in myriad ways) the AR is supposed to establish an alternative reality consisting if what is around and what is projected. I believe that what we encounter without the digital filter is already augmented, and what woyld be interesting is to use AR technology to make one aware of this. The augmentation through the use of digital devices happens not that much to the space as to us, changing our behaviour, movements and modes of experiencing. Yet, this response iis mostly dictated by what we see on the screen, and not as a result of mutual cirrespondence of so called the real and the virtual. Wealth Visit at the Spökslottet, a palace belonging to the Stockholms Univeristy, filled with antics and precious paintings, such as Breugel's ones. Swedish wealth and power, prosperity and 30 year war are the main motives decorating the space. A lot of motives and archetypes displayed there remember the times when Tolerance, equality, respect and neutrality were not at all the main trademarks of Sweden. Engagement In difficult situations it is easier to find truly engaged people, while in the times occupied by comerce and comfort the struggle is to encourage engagement. In the latter case, one reaches out for help of marketing people and pr experts to be able to attract attention which does not come easily unless there is a promise of benefits and reward. Archiving It seems that the most interesting thoughts on archiving come from those who are far from the traditional field of archival studies. There is still an enourmous attention directed to the big, institutionalized archives and their vastly beaurocratic mazes, which traditional scholars want to comfortably settle in. Big archives of bigger institutions are somewhat like a comfortable nest, providing secure conditions for secured, stiff and static analysis. Synthesizing Academic text is intended to provide its reader with knowledge. However, the structure, complex refferencing and necessity to understand the position of the author, that requires somewhat becoming him/her, limit the chance for knowledge to be absorbed.Through the caging processes of 'scientification' the text is rather becoming specifically tailored to fit a very special reader whose intelectual capabilities reflect the ones of the author.Thus. the public money supporting the academic researcher are being spent on a production of an exclusive knowledge. The ethical problem with the academic publishing might be also found in its content being exposed to many different, never neutral context. The initial/original/unique context has to be highlighted as such before getting lifted up and dressed in academic terms synthesizing its complexity. Poison In every environment there is a need for poisonous elements, by which one can get unexpectedly surprised, and eventually eliminated. The nature devised inedible fruits which might kill easily the one lured by their seductive power. Such an 'unhealthy' invention allows the plant to survive, but also contributes to maintaining some healthy balance among species. What would be the cultural/societal trap of this kind? Perhaps a loan, resultung in debts making one very much dependent on superior rules? A debt enslaving an individual, so somewhat removing his/her free will and paralysing his/her freedom? Disturbanism The continuos and undisturbed pace of life has been long gone. Living fragmented lives shaped by temporarily existing stimuli, quick hints, deadlines and snapshots requires redefining the way that life is represented and documented. Popular cinema and pop culture in general synthesize these scattered traces of everyday existence and fictionize them by plotting a linear and consistent thread, a thread indicating the beginning and the end, thus allowing proper consumption and digestions. This fictionizing is somewhat reflecting a sentiment-driven attempt to connect the dispersed elements and pull them together into a consistent and consequent whole. Linearly constructed fiction is thus the least fitting medium to represent the entropic quality of the modern life. The situation is different in the case of stories of those who applied certain 'systematicism' to their lives. This systematic conduction invites the reader to consequently unfold the backdrop against which the growing, changing and ageing flesh of data might be seen as equipped with clarity and sense. Link-age The need to say something or express a statement is very much reliant on the stimulation that one has to identify within himself/herself. This stimulation can for instance derive from acknowledging the wrong direction that events around are taking. The sensibility of reading the future should be encouraged at least as much as the sensibility towards the past, of which importance very often gets over-exaggerated. There is no sense in studying the past if one can not turn to the outcomes as carrying implication for the potentiality of its future incarnation. Gloryfying-Horrifying Grammaturgy Society seems to produce rather binary takes on historical events and attitudes that historical incidents shaped and gave birth to. The everydayness of the hero or the oppressor is almost always overshadowed by the the monopoly of the most remarkable deeds that let historians capture them in a comfortably frozen still. The starting point, an ideology, set of believes, doctrines or orders one follows, just as much as the grand finale, a moment of resolution whether it is a defeat or victory seem to outline the transmittable silhouettes of humans. The struggles in daily heroic deeds, turns, hesitations and progress, consistency or its questioning one undergoes in between are secondary to the capital letter and the full stop symbols defining the borders of personality. A literary subject and verb take a dominant role overshadowing the secondary role of adjectives, adverbs, comas and other minor elements of the human grammaturgy... Memortal The erection of monumental structures brutally reminding of the traumatic past is intended to affect future generations and not only make them properly reflect on the past, but somewhat prevent them from stepping into the same troubling field again. The monument however, while remaining in its physical stiffness, across time will be exposed to the risk of the semantic weakening. In this light, the decision of putting up a heavy architectural commemorative structure can be seen as some sort of an excuse from what I would call an active remembering. Erecting a commemorative sculpture releases one from the need of remembering it. The bigger space one dedicates physically to commemorate the past, the larger repository of a free, erased space one secures in one's conscience. The physical presence of past enables an erasure of its traces from the mind-memory. One could also believe that the embodiment of the memory is actually intended to the distant generation. In fact it affects the most the very close, very next generation, who still has a chance to encounter the past by talking to its witnesses.The embodiment- driven memorialisation has an anaesthetic effect on living memory. Technological belief Technological awareness and technological knowledge with which most of us are ever better equipped certainly contributes to an erasure of doubt, hence belief. However, one might ask whether it really does erase the belief or perhaps only replace it with yet another form? Technology, just like every religious doctrine is embraced due to its promise it gives to its followers. The embedded and invisibly processed promise of functionality, reliability, effectiveness and satisfaction is a main driver of the humanly devotion to the technological doctrine. The shell covering technological mechanisms creates a mystical boundary that one is excused from trespassing. The technological process, removed from the scope of the human's eyes, is like a religious transfiguration of which comprehension has to leave room to a humble devotion. European Unioff Belonging to a group erases or perturbs development of personal responsibility. Belonging to the european union turns some states, who before used to have their own strong and inspiring voice, into passive listeners of commands coming from the higher levels. Paradoxically, the command sometimes does not arrive at all or is not even initiated due to the other component's counting on another component to go ahead in taking first steps. Exceeding Nature does not preserve itself artificially. It takes care of itself by systematically following and agreeing humbly with the cycles and rhythms. Humans preserve themselves by violating this cyclic arragement, by the means of exceeding the rhythm... Comforthreatening People accept the debt as a norm. Being without the debt is abnormal, and the one who does not owe anything to anyone is an outcast. By getting enrolled in a debt, one makes sure that the binds with society are established and will remain for at least some time. The anxiety, which could have been emerged if not having a clear reason for remaining within society, is easily washed off. The fear of loosing touch with the societal pace is tackled by mobilisation for earning to be able to pay off the debt. To be a member of society requires taking a debt. Otherwise, society - a network of the indebted ones - has no interest in embracing the free outcast. Go and take debt, go and become dependent, scream economists and experts while greasing societal cog wheels. Polluting the sphere of control A possible means for destabilising the zone of control or a potential zone yet to be controlled would be polluting it with a chaotic content. The confusing entropy of randomised signals beamed irregularly into the zone would decrease a chance for establishing there an order and sense. However, there is a risk of clogging the space, so erasing any potentiality for its future or spoiling the existing seeds of a constructive subversion. Or, if within the entropic bombardment, a watchdog by some reason distinguishes weak symptoms of a arhitmic, yet not intended pulse, it might mistakenly take it as a basis for new order which could paradoxically turn out as more paralysing than any other, intentionally imposed one. Boring borders People, bored with themselves, sit and observe other people who being bored with themselves return their bored look back. University camp Perhaps governments have a hidden agenda in financing universities which would let them control zones of intellectual unrest. As it often happens, universities become places of contest, criticism of and discontent with the state of the arts in society. These feelings are however primarily expressed in publications, papers and at seminars that usually attract rather close academic environments. Specially, when it comes to humanities, the heavily discursive and speculative character of this field presents it as very inward oriented and its outcomes barely make it outside its boundaries. Universities are cages with a controlled riot that has less and less impact on what is going on outside its intellectually barbed wires. Parttaking If claiming to be a part of the nature, do not judge it for it does not judge you Modeling It is not always biology that sets the limits, but often geography. For instance one lap around a lake for a runner on a country side might seem a natural geographically constrained arena for excersising. Site specificity determines the modes of measuring the health. The 'model' of healthiness would then be different in a place with a bigger lake or other geographical constraints setting natural obstacles for confrontation. Recycling The mainstreaming of minor ideas jeopardizes their subverting power and by turning them into leading concepts delegates the mainstream down to the rubric of the minor. There, the former mainstream, now the minor, turns into a subverting voice gradually growing in strenght to regain its position as the mainstream. Technostress Very soon technology will be able to tell us how much stressed we are and hence what kind of situations we should avoid. We not only augment how we perceive but ever more often fully replace our perception/cognitive systems with technological ones. Similarly, we soon might replace our natural intuition with a reliance on what technology suggests as the proper. Our ability to deal with stress which certainly requires a lot of expositions to different conditions, events and turbulences, will gradually vanish giving room to technological extensions connected to our bodies via nano robotic systems of sensors. But, will not the very close presence of technology actually trigger new unpredicted distresses, disorders and compulsions? Won't technology occasionally pre-determine new forms of stressful situations, for instance in moments when reliance on its indefectibility is limited or shut off for some time? Won't not we need then some meta technological monitoring allowing us to deal with these newly emerged forms of techno-stress?
A guy who goes through a terrible accident completely deforming his face (might be a war victim) decides to create an awfully loud and noisy music. His performances are extreme and his lyrics are just screams of a tortured man...
A short woman, wearing entirely black outfit consisting of black boots, black tights and a long thick bloose with a hood covering her head. She commutes between her house and the underground station but never seems to take any trains. Always kind of late. She is quite invisible in the dark. Her clothes merge but do not obscure the volume of her body.. She lid up her face with an Iphone. The pale blue light of the screen especially in the darker environment make her look like a walking death or ghostly phantom, with her frozen sight enchanted by the screen...
Two eye impaired young guys sarcastically joking about reality. On their way back home, which is near the graveyard, they joke that they reach their home which is an open grave.they have a tired dog that out of them all seems to be the only one taking things seriously. The dog is very tired. One of the guys has a big plastic container, probably with a food for his dog. The illuatration on the bucket depicts however a couole of kittens joyfully playing together. The blind guys explains that he has been trying to cheat his dog...
A middle age lady with two minature dogs sat on the opposite side. Her tiny creature were shaking as if expecring a sudden death. Even though their way of looking at the surrounding was connvincingly organic, I kept thinking about them as some sort of fake robotic constructions tailored to fulfill aesthetic and companionship expectations of their owners. Their fragile bodies seemed to please and serve aesthetic taste of the lady turning those pure creatures into purely functional toys. lets hope that in the future the role of such domestic instruments will be replaced by robots freeing organic creatures or actually not bringing them artifficially into being at all.
A mid age woman with a smartphone, reading the text displayed on the screen with a help of a big, oldschool looking magnifying glass.
A homeless guy sitting in a posh bakery He stinks so intensively that one cannot smell bread anymore. Bread loafs and cakes end up losing their usual smell. The loss of a strong part of their identity turn them into some indifferent and useless shapes.
A nerdy sound engineer whose flat is fool of electronic components, wires and so. There is only one book next to his messy bad. Its title is 'the meaning of love'
A young man who is in a distant relationship which is about to fall apart. He tries all his best to save it getting to know that his girlfriend is having a heavy crash on her classmate. He realizes that being sweet and loving is too soft to make his gitlfriend remain faithful. He decides to hire a couple, two students from a drama academy to stage a dramatic scene of breaking up. At some point she desperately jumpes down on a railway track just a minute before the arrival of the train. She is rescued by her boyfriend seconds later.
A friend of a taxi driver who was robbed by two youngsters. He calls the number from which the taxi was ordered but which he does not know belongs to a passerby who had been forced by the two to order the cab for them. He threatens him, calling over night and during the next day, sending offensive messages. He finally acknowledges the true story and stops calling.
A guy playing a simple mobile phone game of which soundtrack sounds like a conceptual, noisy and highly deconstructed electronic music composition. As long as to him the sound corresponds to the visual elements of the game, what the other passangers observe is a nervous movement of a hypnotized game player responding to stimuli sent by the digital device. All this to the rhythm or rather an cacophony of the soundtrack
A lonely guy who is active during evenings. He wears a black leather jacket and always has a black winter hat on his head. He waits in front of the state run buildings such as the univeristy, to ask the one who is leaving it last, to open the door for him. He claims to be a student whose pass does not work any longer. After entering the building he directs himself to the nearest computer. There he finds a virtual substitute of the harsh and cold reality in carving his way through youtube videos...
A profesor from the Northern Irland who works on dementia and health issues talking about the system of education in great britain, its independence from both government and comercial sector. Writing his speech while on the train, typing really hard and passionatelly on the keyboard.
A guy whose girlfriend breaks up with him. He comes up with an idea to clone her, so in about 20 something years he can date her cloned version.
A middle age guy, sparking conversation on the street. He claims to be 77 year old althought does not look like that at all. He talks about having gone through 3 camps during the second world war. He complains about Ukraine where he is from.
An older guy, a documentary filmmaker and producer from Norway. He directed a number of movies in South America. One of them was about the dictator of guatemala. He was hanging out with F.Bajon at one of the most prominent film festivals. The Polish director was surrounded by two agents sent by the Polish communist party. They could not understand a single word, since the director conducted his conversations only in English.
A city museum worker interested in documenting urban spaces and their histories.She has a small office right opposite to the big wall filled with old, dusted books.
An older bus driver transferring passengers on a route between Krakow and Katowice. He values ambition and individuality and believes that there is something wrong going on in environment to which humans contribute a lot...
A young woman who emigrated abroad to be able to earn and save money, so she could build a house for her family back in her homeland. She works as a house keeper at the Castle that belongs to an extremely rich owner of one of the biggest European transportation companies. The owner regularly invites his rich collaborators to participate in hunting sessions in forests surrounding the castle. Last time they shot 150 wild boars.
A young tall man who steals money that belongs to one of the guests while at the party at his friend's apartment. He notices that there is a bill lying on the floor, which was paid to one of the guests for a gig he played that night. Taking advantage of the loose atmosphere, the young tall one grabs it and puts it in his pocket thinking that none notices his deed. When he is about to leave, the guy whose money disappeared asked whether anyone had seen it, and if so, he asks to pass it to the charity. The tall one does not react. The thief asked by the landlord whether he collected all his stuff upon leaving responds saying bluntly 'even more'. He later apologizes and confesses that he seriously needed that money and admits openly that what he did was a theft.
A middle age woman, very calm and friendly, spending her free time escaping the city and hitting the mountains, offers a couple of randomly met guys a drive down to the town.
A middle age woman, very calm and friendly, spending her free time escaping the city and hitting the mountains, offers a couple of randomly met guys a drive down to the town.
A piano player, who takes his instrument to the street to play in public places across the country. He has been banned from playing in few big cities, although he keeps up turning the squares, bridges, boulevards and so into his concert zones.
An immigrant guy watching the neighbourhood from his balcony. Noticing some wanderers he offers a helpful hand. Learning about their need, he leads them to an open air dining spot nearby. Later, specially for them he opens a small ruin of the church and guides them explaining its story in French.
An older woman, very dynamic and loud, taking care of a household nearby the ruins of a church to which she and her husband hold keys. She explains that the houshold was once visited by the British Queen. She has plenty of dogs and cats around her house. One of the cats is named after the football player Messi.
An owner of a local bar that he has been running for last 29 years. He takes care of its interior displaying a myriad of photographs featuring local fishermen and some other archival pictures from the neighbourhood. He has been given an original cowboy hat from a visitor from the US. He is proud of it since he is the biggest fan of cowboy culture, songwriters and wanderers.
A nerdy, techy guy living in a near future, very active online, watching old movies and westerns. He downloads a manual for how to print a gun. He invests in a small 3d printer and produces his weapon so he can go out and rob a bank. When he reaches the one he used to know, after reading an information board, he finds out that the bank moved entirely online!
A young mother who takes a slower long distance train just to have more time for doing some reading. Her baby, she takes with her on the journey, keeps crying for all six hours without a single break not giving the mother even a second to open the book...
A young man working in the media industry. He has been delegated to work in Warsaw which he likes, however has some doubts about too. He is fond of all the nuns and priests he passes by everyday, as it is something rare in the place he comes from or where he usually lives. He is surprised by churches getting filled with people every sunday or even during weekdays. He is shocked noticing that some people have to even stand outside the church. He understands people biking on the pavement, avoiding the risk of being dangerously scratched by the cells of a heavy traffic. Growing right wing movement and nationalistic moods are worrying him just as me...
A young entrepreneur starting up a business together with some colleagues. He often smiles unnaturally and tries to be unnecessarily polite and friendly towards everyone around. He exaggeratedly pays attention to whatever I say. He is definitely at the very threshold to his successful career.
A taxi driver in Bristol who first says that he does not know this town that well, to later bring a whole palette of recommendations. He speaks very distinctively, with a charming british accent, as if he were kind of a lordor someone from a higher sphere...
A catholic priest who loves learning languages and lately took Italian classes from a person for whom in return he led the wedding ceremony. He needs to know Italian to be able to converse informally with his peers in Vatican and overall within the structures of the church. He agrees that the church went a long way from being very seclusive and self-centred to trying to communicate as openly as possible. He takes the bride on the dance floor and dances with her crazily.
A street musician, a guitarist, sitting on the street with his dog and complaining about the situation in his homeland, the UK. He drinks the cheapest beer and considers getting back to the music education field from where according to what he says, he already gained 2 titles. He asks passers by to record his music and send it to him, so when he gets an access to the internet he can start building some presence and advertise his practice.
A researcher and an artist who works with cybernetics, cross sensory experiences and designing new senses. He has been running his journal for 24 years, records and collects environmental sounds and soundtrack libraries.
A young overweight man working as a shuttle bus driver at the holiday inn hotel near Bristol. On request, he delivers passengers from and to the airport. It takes him about 10 minutes of driving through a boring rural area.
The Spanish Elvis, a guitarist and a singer touring in Spain, often playing in pubs and on the steet, usually classic spanish standards. His voice dominates the space and he is able to initiate almost every song one requests.
A violin player, a student of conservatory whose parent are Russian though she was born in Madrid. She plays highly complicated structures and busks in Madrid's parks.
A street musician playing on a metal bowl which he gently hits getting himself immersed in a meditative state. He complains about the rules limiting the freedom of buskers in Madrid. He is going to celebrate Perssian new year and is involved in several community projects playing for contact improvisation sessions and during other non profit events.
A bagpipe player from Catalonia, passionately instructing a curious passerby how this instrument is constructed and works.
A protestant priest working in a church and trying to use its premises to organize art events in order to atract people. He admits that the swedish church is the richest in the world but believes that many churches should be closed down.
A former scuba diver and an under water filmmaker who works as a composer and an artist. He co-directs an art collective on an old rusted boat in copenhagen
A sushi seller in a small town, grumpy, tired after being bothered by two hungry travellers when just about to be closing his restaurant. After doing so, he visits a small pizzeria nearby, in fact, the only open place at that time, to spend his just earned money on a large pizza he takes home. He is not aware that in the same place, the two travellers are enjoying the pizza still hungry after eating the poor sushi..
A young Turkish man working at a pizzeria in a small town. He explains that the photographs in the restaurant depict the hometown of the owner, though the name of the place comes from the name of his hometown, not the owner's.
An older, sweaty guy sitting at the library and having difficulties translating English verbs into Swedish that would eventually let him make connections with his native, arabic language. He asks a guy in front of him to help translate since the guy has a computer and looks swedish Eventually he explains that he prefers to hand write and take his notes by hand to better memorise what he is learning.
Two city guards following a biker after he crosses a zebra crossing. They finally stop him and want to charge him for three violations out of which two are fictional.They propose a fine or few days of detention. After succeeding and getting the fine they requested, they want to convince the biker to come back to Poland as he currently lives in another country. They have rather stereotypical perspective on western countries and believe that if the biker lives there, he must be rich. They complain about their homeland and one of them expresses his concern that in Poland it is easier for Jews to achieve something than it is for Poles
A middle age guy in the Madrid metro noticing a careless tourist, taking advantage of him being focused on reaching the destination and pressing him a bit to swiftly pick his phone out of the pocket. Since the tourist realises his phone is missing, the pickpocket hands it back pointing at the floor as if indicating that it must have fell off the tourist's pocket.
A Polish construction worker in a dialog with another one from his country while at the airport waiting for the plane to their homeland. He complains a bit but at the same time lists all the benefits his boss gives him and which include limitless access to a car with petrol, clothes to be bought whenever needed, an iPad with a neat software explaining the tasks at the construction site, regular salaries and many more. Yet, the worker seems to be dissatisfied...
A researcher into media and communications smoking a cigarette after cigarrete and complaining about racism in Sweden which he himself became a victim of and which made him change the subject of his studies. He was attacked by a racist on the street when speaking his mother tongue. The racist offender yelled at him and requested that he can only speak Swedish in Sweden...
A design student working on a project that investigates how much people are absorbant to fake suggestions and campaignes. She comes up with set of false suggestions allegedly backed by a scientific reseaech, to later spread them in the public sphere and await people's response.
A young man, a member of the quantified self community, who uses technology to track his health patterns and who also develops such solutions for hospitals. His interest into self tracking was sparked during the time when he himself was having panic attacks that he first audio-recorded and analysed manually to later switch to portable mobile technology and software applications.
An elderly and rather poor woman coming to the cinema entry hall to watch hollywood trailers on a big screen. Her tiny body and wrinkled face Seem very much enchanted and hypnotized by a colourful stream of movie sequences.
A young woman from a post soviet state working in a company that deals with waste management in another eastern european country. She complains about how the business is done there and how much depends on highly positioned politicians.
A gay couple running a bed and breakfast, owners of two cats billy and bossy. They prefer to spend time at home rather than hanging out in town overpopulated by tourists and so tourist atractions.
A profesor of anthropology, calm and attentively listening to others, interested in local folklore traditions. He also spent quite some time in Africa where among many things, he investigated a labour workers disposing of sewage in small villages.
A middle age guy who constructed a sketchy looking music box on wheels. The box is however fake and instead of real organs, the guy puts inside a cheap boombox and plays prerecorded music. He does not seem to feel any shame. Quite opposie, he is proud of his alleged invention.
A young man from Senegal currently living in Finland. He speaks 7 languages and work as a car mechanic. He developed his passion to car repair when he was a small kid and his father was letting him to tinker with their old car
A Danish guy travelling to Finland and Estonia and asking one of the hostel's guest to lend him a computer to check the result of his favourite team. He also uses this opportuniyy to check how much he earned on betting results of other games taking place that night within the European Cup. He is happpy to see 5000 danish crowns on his account
A young woman with a luggage wandering disoriented in the middle of a big bus terminal late at night in Brussels. She wanders around in search for someone who could advise her where to spend a night to avoid being at the terminal at that point quite densely occupied by homeless people and junkies. As she speaks to one guy who tries to come up with some idea, a drunk or intoxicated man whose face is covered by blood probably after some brawl or accidental collapse, passes by right next to them as if intentionally emphasising the risk of hanging around.
An artist who has been photographing the alleged assasin of the former prime minister of Sweden. In his photograph he emphasizes some internal hesitation of the protagononist whose interest was in fact to maintain the unclarity of the situation so he could then endlessly play with public and media attention.
An elderly woman at the Waiting room of a hospital melancholically looking down at the panorama of Stockholm stretching outside the window. Her pale face merges with her white her and both merge with the whiteness of the interior. She is almost already absent.
A young man working as a cleaner in a cheap hotel in a big city. Even though one of the receptionists denies that the hotel have had problems with bedbugs, in a short conversation the young man admits that some rooms had such problems.
An old lady with a waker, dressed in black and with a black ribbon pinned to her hair. On her chin several big white hair grows. Despite her age and fragility she very expressively announces her opinion grabbing a microphone of a researcher who interviews people about the demolition of an important part of Stockholm. She screams that the first building to be demolished should be the king's palace.
Two mysterious men, one wearing a long black coat walking and simultaneously playing violin, while the other remaining in a close distance and observing people in a quite suspiscious way. When one guy takes a picture of the violin player, he checks whether the other guy did not accidently get captured in a frame.
A very talkative taxi driver in one of the Eastern Eiropean capital cities. He talks about his favourite way of spemding free time which is going to Austrian Alps or biking along the river of dubanes. He complains abou Hiungarian society being corrupted by a communist mentality; people expect things and money being delivered to them with no effort from their site. He wants people to work and challange themselves instead of lazily expect the state to fix everything for them.
A young man caught by ticket contollers on the tram. He pretends to be a bit retarded and very elaborately explains his situation. He eventually gets away without needing to pay a fee. He is asked to get off on the next stop, but there he simoly waits for the next tram to take him further.
A retired proffesor of mathematics spending now a lot of his time working in and taking care of a huge and thick garden stretching around his posession
A young woman who as a kid due to her homeland being occupied spend her childhood in one of the communist countries which she recalled with sentiment.
A young guy who every summer embarks on a long bicycle journey. On one of those, from sweden to turkey, he got caught by police while crossing the bridge connecting european with the asian part of the town.
A mother with two daughters sit on the train. Not paying attention to each other, each is completely immersed in doing something on their devices, the youngest on iPad, and the other two on their iPhones. Out of those three, the youngest one seems to be the best acquainted and the most advanced user.
An older guy who works as a taxi driver in a capital city of one of the former communist countries. He complains about people not having or not willing to take existing jobs and so immigrants from the east, specially Ukrainians taking them over. The other day he was doing groceries and the lady behind the counter did not understand polish which pissed him off. He believes that Jews are getting control over the country and we will soon have to pay taxes for even walking along sidewalks. He encourages his passanger to find a wifeand get to making babies...
A young woman taking a long distance train forgetting her mobile phone hence not being able to inform her boyfriend on the arrival time. After talking to a guy sitting nearby she borrows his computer to first search on the Internet for her boyfriend's number to later use the guy's mobile phone to call her boyfriend. She falls asleep and does not wake up for almost the entire duration of the train ride.
A mountaineer from southern poland working as a leather craftsman. He processes sheep skins and sell them occasionally at farmer's markets during christmas and other celebrations. He is a tough seller, not very responsive to bargaining which he sees as characteristic for Turkish people. He eventually meets half way with the client stubbornly sticking to his price offer.
A Polish man working as a cab driver in London. He prefers to work night shifts since during the day traffic jams tend to be unbreakable
A british DJ who lately travelled to russia to perform there. He was surprised by beautiful architecture of the city but aware of how dangerous this city is considered to be. He spoke about coming out of drugs and his augnented experience of the 9/11 when he watched the transmission on tv after smoking a lot of maeijuana the night before.
A young, French girl educated as an operator of old cinema projectors but dropping the job and coming to london to work as a physiotherapist. She wants to have a charity foundation one day that help poor kids.
A 43 year german guy woeking as an assistant manager at a local cinema in one of the hip neighbourhoods in london. He hates biographical movies about important people who are still around or passed away recently.
A taxi driver cursing a lot at his job and confusion caused by miscommunication with a person directing him to clients via radio. He is educated as a football coach and hopes to become a professional coach in France or Spain, far from Sweden he invisibly and explicitly annoyed with.
A young woman, a choreographer and a dancer interested in spiritual seances and mediumship. She currently works on a performance trying to develop a technique for engaging the public in such ghostly practices
A homeless guy with a long beard and looking constantly xow, avoixing eye contact. He asks a group oc friends to help him with financing his stay at a house for homless where one night costs 4 euros. He says that all the other places , are either fully occupied or in one poles are fighting with Russians.
Train of thoughts, an experiment. A linear trip providing conditions for a non linear thinking. Or? Is travelling on the train, on the bus, or by any other transportation means really linear? We barely lift our eyes to accept the landscape in effect missing decent ranges of the surrounding, causing gaps in the fabric of linearity which in the future will be hard to be precisely filled. Wandering in thoughts, bouncing reflections against the windows of the wagon which turn themselves into mirrors reflecting facial expressions of those caught on thoughtful or empty wandering... Looking at people sitting on the train. They are even. Sharing more or less the same level of horizontality. Is the sitting one more privileged than the standing one? The latter seems to have a better overall perspective on this mobile microcosmos of constantly changing constellations of stages, postures, expressions and suspensions. For a moment I am wondering if there is anyone here who killed a man. It is easy to hide on the train, between other people' s goals and destination. They do not have any other interests than to just get to the point of their destiny, a promised land, their home in most cases, as it is 6 pm... What meaning, what significance does the choice of the wagon entail? Does it have any meaning at all. Do not we choose a section of the train because it presents itself to us as relatively empty? We avoid crowds, friction and physical contact never again being able to realize what we are actually missing. The choice of the wagon is very often a random decision. We do not calculate when the train arrives. Why do not we search for the most interesting constellation of beings? Why do we avoid contact assuming that every stranger and this very being strange makes him or her similar to other strangers. And that this common strangeness is a reason enough to tame down the curiosity? Maybe they are not real strangers? Maybe we expect them to be strangers thus they are not strangers at all. They fulfil our expectations, so they can not surprise us at all. Is not the best known friend a bigger surprise, a \strange\ stranger in this crowd of familiarized aliens???staring, hanging eyes, falling into melancholia. Why is it so that on the train it comes easier to switch off attention to the external world? Is it the blurriness of the images indifferently skipped while getting fast forwardd outside the window? I feel rather safe. There is not much of a threat in here. My mind feels the same. I am excused from figuring the way out on my own. Once physically the way is defined, I can immerse myself in a mental wandering. The pace is occasionally broken by passengers, joking and laughing. There are no borders here, no one can claim them... Just about to get on the train. The lottery-like selection of a temporary society begins. I am like a plastic ball among the others, with a number on my back, to be suck in by a lottery machine and with a random cluster of others spilled out when our time comes. There is a young woman and a young man standing next too each other, almost facing. Almost, since their faces are magnetized by their smart phones. They both listen to music. One is much louder than the other, but I can not actually differentiate either source. Anyway, some generic music which does not seem to provide anything but a temporary tranquillization and a regularity, a provizoric order to the irregular sound-scape of the train. They got off and somehow, quite poetically created a room for two buskers. Mechanically orchestrated disco has been now replaced by a dying craft of self triggered tune making... Who will replace the buskers when their time to get off comes? Train patrol guys were looking for someone or something. The pace got frozen for a bit. I am taking a tram, somewhat more pleasant form of public travelling than the underground. I feel like I still belong the the passing reality. I can build associations, interpret shapes and establish however in some cases millisecond long relationships with the local. I can not be cheated as easily as I get while travelling underground, hidden from exposure and exposure hidden from me... Just a few people on the platform, an ear impaired couple discussing something and certainly having fun, he eventually pinches her cheek in a friendly gesture. Then a lonely girl on the wheel chair staring somewhere limitlessly. Then a a static posture of a sad, depressed or simply drunk woman, hiding here face in her hands... And two Russian drunks stepping out of the train, addressing probably me in some incomprehensible alcoholic dialect... I find my place. It is rather easy, rush hours are asleep. It is somehow refreshing to see that life is difficult...headache, amplify by squeaks and murmurs of the tired train interior. Tiresome... Stroboscopic light regularly punches, pinches and punctures my swollen brain... Everyone seems to be going through the same apathetic wandering between lightning strikes of pain and accidental pokes committed by deflated shells of humans... On the train we are a bit like puppets, puppets let partially loose or controlled by someone drunk, someone who lost dependence on gravity. We bounce unintentionally, all together creating an interesting collective, a bodily response to spasmatic shivering of indecisive train, particularly at this moment,. Or if someone were playing with an electromagnetic field switching it off and off, amplifying its strength to make people fall into each other provoking physical interaction... In an empty train or at least not that crowded one gets a bigger chance to feel like home. The same very fact causes that people do not control themselves as they are used to do while travelling in a crowded train. Being solitude for some of them means being allowed to be loud, careless and less cultured. In this temporary hominess suspension plays a decisive role, decisive in revealing its non-hominess, its strange unfamiliarity. One does not seem to have enough time to unroll, to begin feeling like home...it is this weird in betweenness of having some free time, free but not long enough to realize that it can be fruitfully fertilize... I am in a blood cell travelling to deliver myself to sleep...to the periphery of the capitalistic interest, meaning home... or is my home just another of its results? Home...the most yet still allegedly controllable area where the societal reasoning does not have enough access to stick in its no(I)se...spasmatic moves of the bus. Unlike the train, the bus seem to be moving more like a digested food wandering blindly through the tunnels of urban bowels. In fact, it is morning and the bus I am taking delivers fresh energy to the corporational cells of the city. Or groups of young fresh blood and flesh in a form of kindergarten kids. A girl in front of me browses through fashion photos of unspecified celebrities. I have a constant feeling of someone staring at me from behind and reading every single word I type in...How many times did you read the same information passively display on the train to one day successfully instruct someone.... To one day turn a common stranger into a hero rescuing potential victims. How accurate is this information and when was the last time it got a chance to be executed? Can you believe in its sense after having read it so many times? When you repeat a prayer, day by day, everyday you find yourself in a situation when the words does not make sense... Their semantics is twisted and false... The words are syllables now, dadaistic fragments making no sense whatsoever: ate very door there is an emergency door opener. It is not convincing when we read it silently in hour minds. It is not an order, but one of the passive thoughts we ignore... Rainy days make people gather more tightly on the trains which turn into some kind of a communal shelter... Exposed to the loud lament of a baby. Irregular and independent from the rhythm of the train... The metro station at Solna has large frescos painted on its rocky interior, which as I lately learned is not a natural rock, but a cement imitation. The frescos depict heavy, greasy machinery scattered across green hills and forest, the latter are being torn down and processed. The background is painted red adding to an already dramatic scenery. What was the authors intention-a homage to dying nature taken over by an industrialized mindset of modernity, or the opposite- glorification of the industry driven society showing the 'right' hierarchy in a human-nature relationship... Two elderly ladies have a relaxed conversation. It is so rare nowadays I believe. The almost do not fit here. The language is also outstanding-Russian or something nearby. The train is decorated with Christmas related advertisements...they are everywhere taking advantage of the bored and tired conscience of the traveller...the information in a change of departure times has been announced. The woman's voice drew attention. She spoke very slowly and with a foreign accent articulating every word. This made it particularly distinguishable from the regular, pre-recorded announcements which seem to be designed to miss people's attention. Tiresome... People petting their smart-phones, staring into them to search for alternative worlds. They need some reference as if it was impossible to spark an alternative world out of stimuli left at the disposal on the train. There is not much... But what about people, are not they enough inspiring??? As long as they are chanted by their phones, probably not... I was interviewed today by a young social democrat on the street. He was asking about my opinion on public transport. The prices are killing yet it is still the most efficient system I experienced... Sunday evening. Almost no human voices on the train which suddenly was given a floor to speak. It squeaks stretching its body, resting a bit before busy Monday morning...train is a good place one can treat as a societal observatory where humans present themselves to the others across time in more or less democratized manner... Early trains are inhabited by long distance travellers, whose perhaps unusual itinerary is dictated by the schedules of cheap flights operators. The cheap flight operators' schedule is dictated by the oligarch in the flight business. We see the hierarchy and finance based driven structure of society quite clearly... A woman is crying on the bus. She looks through the window, trying to avoid a confrontation with other passengers. It might seem like her crying is actually caused by looking through the bus window at grey landscape of vallhallavagen in Stockholm. Maybe crying on the bus, among the other travellers would actually serve as a good therapy? Weeping in the face of Anonymous people, who we will probably never meet again could enable a release of trapped emotion. Or is public transportation a last place where people can be emotional?Further towards peripheries of Stockholm, by appearance gradually changed into more and more exotic. I am not ignored any more. I am looked at. I am the exotic. Krakow- a tram seems to be erased from any advertisements, as if attracting the attention to its outside. People indeed seem to be gazing out. Two nuns came in and remained very static. Krakow occurs as a very natural habitat for them. Church on top of church. Short was their mechanized pilgrimage. They got off on the next station. An extravagant young man with dyed hair wearing a thick fur just entered the train. A woman who sits almost across him examined his appeal revealing her curiosity and perhaps loyalty to be so called normal, merged with the minority, regular and common. What is at the core of being extravagant? The more evened the society is expected to be, the easier it is to be different. The acceptance of being different is although quite advance in country regulated to that extent such as Sweden is. The will of making difference - not just visual or aesthetic - is rather softened or happens very much only on superficial level...central station attracted most of the travellers. It is a weekend. Why is it that on the weekend people have a tendency to drift towards the centre? What is actually the central offering what the rest is not?... People consume the news delivered through daily newspapers. How is it gonna affect their day, their deeds and daily routine? How much what they read is just a place holder aimed at filling their in between time and how much is it a valuable lesson they get? Newspaper business is very much contributing to outlining class differences. We have tabloids for the lowest and sophisticated ones for the high class. Also price wise they facilitate distinctions. What about freely distributed papers? Those read by so many in the metro?is there target audience yet another class? Ticket control. If I did not have a ticket I would have to go... On my feet as my predecessors used to. I earn money therefore I can be faster than the poor. Does walker equal poor in our fast forwarded reality? We pushed our convenience pretty far assigning what inconvenient to weirdos, poor, outsiders or handicapped. Two street musicians entered the train, Buenos dias. They Are probably Roma, but as I heard once they tend to stylize themselves to be coming from Spain. Why is that people react to hearing Spain more enthusiastically? One of the biggest stereotype about Roma people and gypsies is that they cheat a lot. Is not it paradoxical that they follow this stereotype, meaning they cheat to avoid being recognized as gypsies, so to avoid being seen through the prism of aforementioned stereotype? I have only one krona I found on the street the other day. It ends up put into an empty cigarette box turned by one of the musicians into a container for collected money...Why are there places reserved specially to the elderly. Is not labelling and indicating such places a disrespectful deed? Why do not we let people to be gentle, polite and hospitable without forcing them to do so, without reminding them or visually telling them off, like small school kids: look, this is not a place for you but for the elderly. Such visual indications is a failure of the system and a sign revealing the disappearance of good manners traditionally learnt at home, naturally inherited or critically developed. It is yet another signal if growing culture maintained due to the short cuts... Big , puffy jackets worn by young men in the winter make them look extremely huge and athletic. The interior of the train due to additional layers of clothes Would contain less people. If the authorities were really awfully picky and scroogy, the could use it as an argument for raising the prices for tickets up...StagNation...What is the most restraining factor in the contemporary society of Sweden? Is it a weather? Is it an individualism and career mindfulness? Or is it the wealth? Perhaps all of them, but most intriguing to perceived as almost threat seems the last one. Being restrained might be a trigger of motivation, might be specially if this state is caused by the lack of wealth, poverty and no feeling of being pressed down. The wealth seems to be offering the opposite conditioning. Pressing or rather pushing up, if we think further, imposing possibilities which perhaps discourages mobilization and encourages stagnation. This restriction of vital forces can be seen reflected not only on the surfaces of social life and its multitude of instances, but very much in its depth as well...Modernist architecture was built to fulfil needs of certain time and society this certain time envisaged. There seems to be no other value in this attitude. Preservation of nowadays perceived as not really perfect solutions addressing societal challenges seems pointless. Why do we though evaluate and assess only the assumptions and anticipated outcomes? What about agreeing that initial ideas and goals were not fulfil and instead of closing evaluation, move to the unintended outcomes, positive side effects and inspiring by products..Is there any evaluation of the effectiveness and impact that the train advertisement have on passengers? It seems like a human given a tool for or form of conveying his/her message will be wiling to abuse it just to let the transmission happen, even if brutally. The effect might be and usually is completely opposite to the one envisioned. It seems like blindly shooting without reflecting critically on whether the aim was reached, how it was reached and if was not, how will it work against the shooter. It has to do so. If the targeted campaign is not successful there should be a counter attack initiated from the targeted one. Otherwise, the campaign will be repeated...The more sterile the conditions of existence are, the bigger chances to develop a biased attitude towards something that disturbs that cleanness. The lesser the exposure to diversity, the bigger the chance to develop an attitude of the one who very easily notices and judges a difference...The eye contact, why does it scare people? What makes to think about an eye contact with a stranger as something disturbing, invading our privacy an introducing anxiety? On the train we construct or judgemental attitudes by throwing a disrespectfully respectful glance that usually lasts no longer than a couple of seconds. Why can not we study our facial identities for minutes? Meteors hit Russia. What an unexpected news to hear as the first thing in the morning. There is a unquestionable beauty in human being' vulnerability to the unexpected. Sitting on a train we plan coming hours, we secure ourselves inhabiting the slots of calendar notebooks. We direct ourselves weaving our daily reasoning out of short term goals...The identity is reflected in what we wear, the garments and clothes that cover our uniting nudity. We make difference among each other colouring our bodies with textiles and accessories. Analysing this shell and its component one quickly realizes its multicultural origins. Or is an odd reflection of countries the components come from. It weirdness underlies in fact that their production controllers have nothing to do with the land, society and culture they operate in and exploit...We still more often do not understand each other than understand. The ever fast development of comm tools seems to be adding to it. We lack a chance to develop literary/ verbally what we think, have in mind. The medium is the message but what is the message? Teenagers talking about scenes from the comedies the watch, scenes that filled their minds excusing them from putting an effort to experience something real. Tendency to refer to the movies reflects the poverty of significance in daily experiences, sa switchade jag till simpsons- said at the end one of the teens...Yet another overtime shift. Nothing more to say. It drained my brain...I am taking a pendeltag from skogas. Three Poles are sitting behind me drinking beer. They talk about sport games, results and a story about a Norwegian spy who during the second world war was escaping Germans beating three hundred kilometres, hiding himself on trees. Pendeltag when taken towards so called outskirts seems to give a better chance to get to know Sweden, a country combined of people coming to milk it, people who came to find a better reality, people who did not have luck. It is interesting to observe how assimilation process affects the way that people shape and project their identities. The closer to the centrum one gets, the more standardized, properly fitted to the gentrified commonness...It is 16:45 and it is very quiet now on the train. People go back home from their work places, their minds erased from energy to communicate with the external worlds. Their faces are also as if in the hibernation mode.no one dares to hack the other's look... Passion, desire, not pushing for them but let them organically reorganize the world...I was at pressbyran standing in a line for my dose of daily coffee. In front of me a young punk girl was waiting patiently for her turn. She wore a heavy black leather jacket with a lot of hand writing done with a white paint strongly contrasting with the background. Slogans and phrases were rather strong highlighting a range of affections stretching from an unmeasurable hate to questionable love. Her red hair was enhancing her visual disobedience. When her turn came she addressed the seller in a most gentle and cultured way, and after receiving her goods, as the only one from the entire bunch ahead of her, she wished the shop assistant a pleasant day...Technological devices such as mobile technology can be seen as pacifiers of the society. While used in transient situations, in the public they force one's heads down reinforcing the indifferent attitude towards the surrounding. The paralyse the ability to critically co-exist with and negotiate the space. The naive or genuine perception is replaced with its complete lack or disruption disabling the more intimate identification with...How much of what I observe can really aspire to be called by me as my observation... Passing collective housing stretching on the suburbs of Stockholm. Copy paste mentality of architects expressed in concrete repetitiveness... I have been reading today about the riots in Istanbul, riots against the ruling prime minister. The initial spark was the decision to turn a communal park at taksim to a shopping centre. It immediately evoked a massive response of people taking to streets and peacefully confronting omnipresently mobilized police. The park, although very significant for the inhabitants was only a decisive argument to publicly express growing discontent in relation to autocratic politics of the current government. This spontaneous act of thousands of mostly young ...In the neoliberal economy, where private businesses are in a close touch with the politics, there is no difference for cultural initiatives when it comes to searching for support from either the state or the private commission. If the private business is successful, it is probably due to being in line with the mainstream cemented by the state. If the business is not successful it will at the first place, not decide to spend money on cultural activity which is, in the neoliberal reality, considered unnecessary, useless or at the most, entertaining yet not being able to bring capitalistic benefits, which is a key blinding society...I went to a toy store to buy something for my friend's and my cousin's newly born kids. The toys one encounters after entering the store are somewhat like a miniature of what the regular supermarket or shopping mall is equipped with. One can see widget versions of kitchen supplies or miniature stoves, fridges, fancy bedrooms, even toilets with expensive jacuzzi bathtubs... Is childhood only a preparatory period, before entering the full blown consumerism? Toys provided by big companies, for kids seem like free samples of what in the future they will have to purchase in order to fulfil their dreams or subliminally injected lusts from the early childhood...Small villages, of which populations often do not go over 1000 people are fully dependent on incomers. The number of tourists coming in from outside probably exceeds the number of the 'natives'. The population or profile of inhabitants is hence very fluid. It is interesting to observe how the flow of externally originated capital reinforces the local aura and its rather strong instances represented across cuisine through architecture and local traditions to the very language. The commerce did not seem to hurt this place, nor spoiled its inhabitants. In contrary, it rather solidified their integrity which they seem to consistently maintain. On the other hand, one could deduce that if this local economy is so much dependent on external economies and regular contribution of the external capital, in the case of its shortage or crisis, this paradise might turn into hell. It is hard to predict, but it seems that the capital and financial benefits do not seem to constitute the entire drive for the existence of local communities. The strong family connections, years of locally loyal coexistence, traditions passed from generation to generation (in the past particularly not seen as existing only due to the potential financial benefit) might perhaps let the community survive quite easily without looking forward to welcoming fat-wallet strangers, or? On the other hand, the local community consists of rather polarized cultures. On one hand these are Austrians or the second generation of which parents came from Austria or Austria-Hungarian Empire. On the other hand one will find Italians, who officially received the land after the second world war. These two groups however do not seem to cultivate any hatred or biases...The autonomous character of the region with its almost full financial independence from the rest of the country (90% of taxes remain within the county) serve people which do not search for conflictive situations. The good nature of the locals living in a visible harmony, projected onto both neighbours and strangers might perhaps derive from the responsibility for the region which one can almost outline with the eye, as opposed to having one's deeds linked to and dependent on the national or even global processes one can barely comprehend. The chance to develop a spirit of solidarity seems to be much more realistic to evolve into reality in smaller, more transparent and internally familiarized communities. There, taking a responsibility for a concrete move and action is much more easily traceable in case of both failure and success. What about regions which have not been so lavishly equipped with natural sources and economical potential? Who should take responsibility for the actions or actually the lack of actions resulting from the impotent ground? How to develop a real sense of common, broader responsibility, solidarity, compassion and a healthy disinterestfullness in helping those who have not been given similar opportunities? Can an organised political or economical system impose such a sensibility? A train to Bergamo... from Verona. On my right hand side I can see a middle age guy with a decent grey beard and long hair bound together. His eyes are deep and he seems like a good observer... reminding of a nomadic type, concentrated on rethinking the reality...He thinks, looks around and after some minutes reaches for his power book...A big guy with a big dog got on the train. Hard to tell who is walking who...the other travellers are obviously dipped in their mobile realities. Reaching for a phone after entering the train becomes as natural as (in some cultures) taking shoes off after entering home. It is somewhat a manifestation of privacy, or superiority of privacy over the disregarded and obsoleting public. Why is by the way the public space often formed with a goal to accommodate us so we feel like home, offering a sensation of the private? Two loud men entered the train. One of them had a backpack. Perhaps it was filled with explosive. They got off the next train station. What and who made me think that they could have been terrorists? Forcefully Mediated intuition? After a day of kayaking I am back to using a motorized, collective commuting solution. Kayaking, besides being a quite demanding sport activity, is one of those transportation methods that do not interfere with the nature but politely use its potential without raping its dignity. One moves using its forces or uniting own forces with nature's (water's) overwhelming superiority. Kayaking if put in opposition to using a motorboat might be compared to an opposition constituted by fork and knife (modern, western culinary instruments) which chopsticks. The latter while used during the meal do not go against the architecture of food ingredients, but rather follow its organic constitution. Rigid Cutlery in contrary, does not leave a space for symbiotic negotiation allowing brutal trespassing through the body of meal. Similarly, the underground train, cuts through the urban organism regardless its inner sensitivities often resulting from the very dependence on nature. I sat down next to a Seat privileging elderly and handicapped people. Imagining myself in the future having a right to sit their first does not make me feel good. If we by any chance completely eliminated problems related to ageing processes, who will be privileged in the future?... Democracy is an equal system with easier solutions for those privileged, privileged by social, economical, or as in the case of ageing or pregnancy, biological reasons. If we diminish the significance of on one hand the symbolic and on the other the biological, will we reach a complete equality, or will we only replace those with new privileged categories? biotechnologically flawed? Nuclear victims? Disruption is something everyone is hoping not to encounter when finding oneself in a random collective, surrounded by strangers. This very situation is already a disruption in a 'leave me alone' society... In opposition to the mechanised and merchandised culture/industry of killing animals, global mechanisms of salvation appear. As the add says, sending 50 kr a month to an unknown account might save a life of an unknown animal. We dedicate so much of our responsibilities and to the distant mediators building ever stronger emotional immunity...Not enough time to fall into a contemplative mood...a young couple was robbed at MacDonald. They reported it to the seller, who relegated the case to his friend who spoke better English. Thefts must be happening pretty often here... Where does the bitterness so explicitly expressed on many Swedish faces come from? Is it the predictability of their everyday life that causes its appearance?Upon entering the train I become yet another case study for curious eyes of similar cases around. How harsh is the judgement my visual identity goes through behind the interfaces or displays of the other identities around me? How far can we go with our suspicious attitude toward the other? How much is media responsible for first, bringing people together to later on conflict them and ensure a mistrust between? Confronting society on a daily basis is tiring and rather leads to a negatively critical opinion about its constitution. One needs to take breaks from being exposed and involved in societal games to upon being back, be able to focus on positive aspects. Society is in this light very similar to a family. Having a healthy attitude and a balanced opinion about one's family member requires a regular distancing and a temporary reset of the emotional charge it inevitable affects. A young man is almost passionately drawn to a colourful game on his mobile phone. He interacts with the virtual environment, a 45 degree map of a fictional land where every element of the landscape is perfectly displayed and unified. The young map even interacts with characters he stumble upon predictably in this land of limited choice, hence comfortable and stating a strong opposition to the real one, the young man is somewhat intentionally avoiding. In fact he can comfortably switch from one to the other and it is this in between space or in between operation, possibility that the virtual space of computer gaming establishes that has a real power over the player. Or in different words, It is the opportunity to switch from one to the other that lets the player believe that he/she has a decisive power, power challenging and allegedly transforming the reality. And the most effective is usually this power system that allows or rather tricked its victim to believe that he/she is has power to shape the system's patterns...The state of being on the train can be compared to the state of being nearly fully dependent on external determinants. The only effective and and independent decision one can make, however to a large degree still determined by the external conditioning, is to get off. To develop a sense of control, one reaches for a mobile phone or other devices widening the range of choices and enhancing the feeling of having a right to direct and navigate independently. This feeling is however only an illusion since whatever decision we make in the online realm is to some degree predetermined. It is only because of having been quite radically limited on the tube that we see the cyberspace as full of free possibilities. A Qr code is yet another instance in our tendency to avoid any efforts. Humans decrease the capacity of their brains by shortening and softening efforts they would have to put on many activities. Such one is an effort if remembering. From the very invention of notating to camera and qr code scanners humans search their way to save some effort,subsequently saving Time. Tools of which aim was to ease communication,often and morph and disturb the connection between not only humans but the surrounding and the human. Communication, it seems requires some portion of effort. In order to communicate one had to put some effort. The communication had additional value since it was afforded...Collecting requires attention, focus and critical attitude. Such collecting comes easier in the realities not overwhelmed by variety of choices confronting an individual with an alleged promise of individual choice. The bigger the choice, the more individual it is, one could believe. The bigger variety of choices is however preceded by a mass production, of which constitution never takes into consideration an individual need. Thus with the increase of the palette of choices one often gets blinded thinking that the freedom is shining through the number of possibilities . Although, The very attempt to choose should be first evaluate critically, and that act, rather than the choice itself, could solidify a grade of individualism. Entropy, disorder and the order. These terms are all connected and even though seem fully polarized, stem from one question about the constitution of time, space and their multifaceted consequences. The constellation of people on the train can be seen as a fragmentary emanation of all aforementioned. For the presence of this mixture is a result of both, the chaos and the order, the linear and the non linear, the rhythmic and the arrhythmic. Without on of these two categories of space, the chaotic and the orderly, the reality would not keep itself as a whole. What are the differences between three categories mentioned on top? Entropy can be creative and lead to discoveries, due to the lack of rational or algorithmic organization of its elements. Disorder assumes some form of an order that preceded the current state. In this light disorder is and biased and allergic to some orderly constellation. Disorder also assumes the new order to come. Entropy is missing the directional organization, the magnetism towards certain directions, somewhat illustrating democracy in its most utopian and an abstract instance. Entropy can be seen as a potential method to be applied to a discussion over historical archives. Or perhaps as a radical method to re- discuss its linearity...Confirmation handlar om tro, hopp och kärlek. Confirmation is about the belief, hope and love. Through this words Swedish church advertises its presence and a will to ensure you of the bigger sense on. Belief is represented by a cross, hope by an anchor and love by a heart. Rather straightforward associations. Right above this poster, as if reflecting a real hierarchy, we see an add of a course teaching students about complexities of insurance plans and programmes, they would be able to shape and sell once graduated. It is a bit as if there were a war where different sites compete for insuring the biggest number if 'victims'. Quite a paradox to think that war can be about insuring, not threatening...A group of young teenagers sat on a bus... One of them tossed a used tissue on the floor. The bus driver reacted telling him of and requesting to pick up the garbage. He responded with some offensive murmuring and after picking up the trash, showed the middle finger towards the back side of the drivers seat. She obviously could not have seen that, though all the other passengers did. The other guy, a friend of the told off one, feeling empowered by an explicit gesture if his mate, spat against the seat in front of him. They kept telling shit about the driver...Distractions come so easy nowadays. Even the goal, the aim is like a disturbance. Bringing it closer from a long perspective disturbs reaching it where we call it from. A Bizarre paradox. A ride on a bus on yet not fully known a track, when one concentrates on the final destination too much turns into a series of disturbances. Every step/stop paralyses misleading and deceiving the mind to believe that the goal was achieved...Through the window of the train I can glimpse into someone else attempts to inhabit and cultivate temporality, experiments in making temporary senses of one ultimate nonsense, attempts to wrap the decaying entropy in a nice looking consistency...An older couple is just about to visit an exhibit, or just did it. It is Sunday- a day designed by gods as dedicated to leisure and a break from work routine. A visit to a gallery seems like a perfect filler of Sunday time. A gap or a frame in which one can think about the world differently, with a dose of curiosity, criticism and subjectivity, though still with a limitation and after the agreement...Two girls were sitting behind me on the bus two the Riga airport. I was trying to concentrate on doing my ongoing projects. While filming the landscape and later drawing a portrait, I heard them saying things like crazy man or suspecting that I am an agent. Anyway,Riga seems like a very friendly town. Its architecture somehow remained resistant to the soviet influences. People seem quite relaxed although there is also poverty visible in the public sphere. It seems healthy somehow...I read an article about a supermarket that sells whole piglets wrapped in an air compressed packaging. The public opinion was shaken and disgusted attacking the store for displaying entire bodies and not just their processed particles. Why are we more willing to accept processed and portioned food and get so offended while seeing its holistic sources? It is easier to mentally digest hard information when it arrives in bits and fragments as opposed to its coming in full dimension. We have time to adjust, accommodate and get persuaded to the time-stretched processes which within time become naturalised and integrated, so eventually not questioned any more. Systematisation is a key to persuasion. Society of the Nazi Germany and other countries in the 30\s has undergone a similar process of time/stretched persuasion resulting in the acknowledgement of something that if being encountered at once, would have perhaps never been accepted.I heard from a friend of a guy who has an unusual health condition that requires taking a walk of 7000 steps in order to do well. The first reaction to hearing about being forced to walk is made me surprised. What comes as a secondary thought is the figure of the refugee, an illegal immigrant or the undocumented. In that case, not the medical but the political diagnosis forces one to walk and wander against the will to be doing so. Being on the road or actually aside of it though still on the move, becomes integral to being unwanted... The driver almost drove over me without stopping. Luckily he did so a bit after the station. The bus is almost empty. One girl sleeps at its back perhaps inspiring the driver to let his concentration go a bit astray. Again, he forgets to pull by the stop signalized by a couple. They had to scream at him. He stopped. The ringlinjen, which this bus is a servant of, might be quite tricky. It is like a loop encircling the city. There is only one direction for the driver, the same sequence of objects, houses and roads. It is easy to get lost on... Affect drives most of human behaviours and judgements. To realize this one often has to become a victim of a destructive force of someone's affect... It has been my fourth move within the city. Again, to another, only temporary shelter. Feeling like being dislocated, still have not adjusted to accompanying so called discomfort. If one did not experience what the comfort is about, one would not have any problems in quickly adjusting to precarious situations like that. Comfort is very much connected to being located. Located in time and space, in relation to other stable and repetitive factors. Comfort is a stable condition, while discomfort has to do with a its sudden lack, its dynamic removal or shivering... Where is the border between somewhat a natural curiosity about the look of so called a stranger? What is to be judged as a racist attitude. Curiosity is triggered by notifying the unknown, unexplored or unexplained. We are curious about something we encounter first time, an exception in our daily provision of predictability or something we have never before thought of. Encountering and realizing the unknown always results from knowing, from the known which is an emanation of the self. The comparison of the unknown with the known could be seen as an implementation of curiosity. To dig further, every comparison results in some form of evaluation or judgement. And here we encounter the nervous territory which racism nourished by prejudicies taking over to grow. Perhaps until this very moment, what I called a 'natural' curiosity, and which is a big shortcut and perhaps a naive stretch, can be justified if not leading to categorization and evaluation...Georg Carstensten was one of the pioneers of as we call them today 'fun parks'. He drew upon a concept of a pleasure garden he observed whole travelling across Europe. It is interesting to look at the emergence of fun parks as signifiers of a broader need for pleasure and joy. The concept of fun park might be looked at as a materialized territory within which one can lose societal conventions and expose oneself to more liberated forms of behaviours. Highly conventionalized societies of the 19th century in Europe needed a space for an outpour which the concept of pleasure park or fun park fully realized. Upon entering the park one is temporarily released from being reserved, quiet and in line with a burgeois doctrine, however the fun park is part of its realization...The organization of the city reflects the human need of accumulating importance in the center and to carelessly spill the irrelevant on the periphery. It applies to both human and inanimate entities. On the periphery the human is even more dominated by the inanimate, while the center offers more platforms for display of human dimension. The center is however a fluid term, gradually being forced to swallow ever growing peripheries. Gentrification and other political mechanisms accept peripheries and non-central places under certain conditions... Peripheries of the urban organisms are delegated to function as a storage territories, of again both inanimate goods and the labour force which is programmed to process it majorly for the benefit of the center... What is the future of peripheries and suburbs? Will the now neglected outskirts become new centers for their even more neglected future ancestors?...' Nu satsar vi 100 miljarder pa att gora abstrakt konst mer tillganligt'. An initiative of the traffic department of the city of Stockholm... Is the goal to turn society into a cultural middle class, unwittingly consuming pervasive art provided by the city officers and in line with their taste and fetishism? 'If you can not come to terms with what we think is art, we will come to you and force feed you with the art' which they naively believe is what people should be encountering while in the public space, and which they believe might develop their rather supressed sensibility... Haloween is easily absorbed by countries preoccupied with the fear of death. The weak cultural vehicles or their lack make a space for simple, festive and entertaining ousters. The real confrontation and acceptance of the ultimate is replaced by a temporary solution enabling an unconscious and unreflective survival of the time which in some cultures is dedicated to enabling an intimate and exceptionally sober relationship with death... On the commuter train to the airport, avoiding mainstream means of transportation there. A healthy societal structure is the one left with some room to be filled with invention and self developed tactics of appropriation. Law and policy making in such society should be seen as a net, a web with empty spots to be actively occupied by individuals. In other word, policy making should not be looked at as necessarily a process of designing a thick fabric of regulations, but rather an art of leaving blank spaces for people to inhabit with their invention and activism. The question should be where not to intervene as opposed to where to do so...On a fully packed train where there is no room to do even a small gestures. It seems that the more crowded the train, the faster people reach for their distancing devices such as a mobile phone. The natural need of moving and changing position is limited by exceptionally big number of passengers. People hence turn to theor devices that provide them with an illusion of free and unrestrained space. The touch screen becomes a platform on which they can express their bodily needs to move. A small gesture of a finger touching the cold screen becomes like an open expressive gesture immersing oneself in an alternative reality. Just as for the prisoner, a small, demarkated, limited terrain on the prison courtyard, to which the prisoner has a limited access, becomes whole external world, for the passanger of the train who feels being constrained by the physical presence of the others, the mobile phone screen turns into the only way to escape being locked. Late, late, late. There should be some psychological help on the train for those being late...On my left hand side an add urging people to revisit their electricity plans. Safe the world, change electricity! screams the poster decorated with standardized photographs of the bad-conventional chimneys of a heavy industry factory, and the good, shiny solar panels. On my right hand side I can find an add convincing me to the vision of spending my money on and investing time in ( or investing my money in and spending time on) a highly exclusive retreat in an elitary hotel equipped with high end spa and other luxurious facilities. These two proposals seem to play with the viewer by synthesizing existence into a binary navigation between the bad and the good, the moral and the immoral. The add on the right hand side provides somewhat a reward for being concerned with the environmental issues. One is not supposed to seek immoral elements in the reality offered on the hotel announcement, since these are clearly indicated on the one to the left. There is a territory one is expected to approach with certain degree of sensitive awareness. Advertisements through their language and visuals, but also through the very placement and coexistence with other ones demarcate territories of interest, responsibilities, potential forms of responses and attitudes...Modern urban architecture is planned inline with the politics of surveillance. Surveilling processes have to be able to fully invade and cover the space. Thus, modern architecture does not accept any complex surfaces prioritizing flat and plain facades with no room for unintended and unplanned activities. The flat surface does not require any particular attention. A crime, or subversive act can be easily detected if happened against the flat background. The flay surfsce limits chance for dirt to accumulate and occupy the space as it can easily happen in more complex surfaces with gaps cracks and pockets...A small town of Bellaggio consists of mostly privately owned mansions and gardens where each is carefully surrounded by obtrusively present fences and walls. The houses most probably belong to rich Italians or internationals who come here attracted to the beauty of the region. They are not at all interested in forming a community or merge with the traces of formerly existing ones, but rather will to remain untouched and sterilely isolated from the need of dealing with the other. What is left for the visitor or the poor local are tiny roads and paths squeezed in between and overshadowed by the fences guarding the indifference of the privileged...It is the end of january, yet the adds on the train announce : have a good begining in the new year. They donot say 'of the new year', but deliberately 'in the new year'. That good begining might actually happen at some point in the year, not now, but in a week, a month time, but just as well in december. But when is the new year not new any longer? In february? Mid march or? In the interest of these who follow the doxtrine of money and capital is maintaining the 'new-yearness' for as long as possible. Just as it happens the pre-christmas time, every year increasingly expanding and today starting already at the turn of November. Perhaps, the new year turns into old as soon as the purchase of the product promising a good begining is processed. When the new product becomes old, the magic spell gets worn off and the atmosphere of newness vanishes...On the train from the schonefeld airport to berlin. Almost no passengers in except few internationals. Two janitors walk through the wagon in search for irrelevant traces of unreflective consumption. The interior of the train isnot infected by any advertisements letting the attention undisturbingly shift towards the outside. The outside is dark, cold and blurry, bouncing the trajectory of the attention back to the inward of its sender. The first really bright neon spotted outside and hijacking concentration is a glowing tower of macdonalds...A young woman sits in front of me, completely immersed in the realm provided by her mobile phone... The case of her phone is covered by plastic jewelery and kitchy ornaments which correspond well with a big flowery ring she wears. Technology gets a personal touch and allows to be embraced even tighter by its owner. The iphone cover is a meta guise on an already provided mask...Creativity and being inventive can not be expected nor pushed to remain as a prolonged state of mind. Reversly, being creative is a momentary instance, a reaction towards some friction attentively spotted. Or perhaps a natural occurance after the friction is critically overcome Such was the decade after the russian revolution. A moment of the russian history, where the societal friction was utilized in a myriad of inventive forms, styles, productions and means of expressions...As some scholar claims post-digital condition is perfect for artists who has been always scavenging the trash in search for materials for their creative expression. Post digital era acknowledges the fact that we have been left with a big battlefield overwhelmingly filled with traces of digital revolution. The easy statement that artists are the one who can inspire different practices of making use of the trash is a bit risky. If their production is conducted unreflectively and results in production of yet another repository of useless, short sighted and cAPricious gadgets as it has been largely happening, it will be hard to recognize the post digital as a critical period. If the artistic appropriation of digital trash becomes a trend and becomes spotted By the trwndhunters, it might as well turn into another wave of consumerism, where the priduction of trash-the material for the appropriation- will paradoxically increase...A news display on the train delivers a dose to satisfying irrelevance. It is as if receiving some tranquilizer. Does not matter how informative the news is, just its presence is enough to make one feel situated and allegedly aware of the state of the world... Conectedness is maintained, hence one can relax...Ukrainian government is playing loud music to demotivate and annoy protesters who has beem gathered at the main sqaure for many days now. What is striking is that they use the song that protesters used to identify themselves with. It is obviously a highly cynical move by the police. It is also an interesting struggle over the ownership of the symbolic medium, a song, which from something evoking a disobedying spirit aming protesters turns into an opressive virus paralyzing and confusing their moves and sense of the union. A protest song mutates into a torturing device. There is however not a single intervention into the structire of the composition. What becomes destructive to the protesters is the realization of losing the ownership feeling and being betrayed by something that they felt used to belong to them. Sound however can not belong to anyone, Its distribution can...People measure their value by estimating how productive, efficient and contributing to society one is. Ones who do not produce and do not contribute to the long established rhytm, are its weakest points not producing is equal to destroying, stopping appears as moving backwards, being silent as producing negative wave. From the perspective of the progressing one, perspective of the one for whom moving forward is natural, unquestioned and nonreflectively enacted, indeed not moving is moving backwards, not moving is a risk of remaining in regress...An office building gathering media and pr agencies that come up with new needs and new promises or new ways of selling the ones that are becoming obsolete. New needs will not be even satisfied or tested getting replaced by newer one. Just as people whose skills can not develop cause the new ones are already needed and required. They will be replaced as well and the skills never verified and reflected upon. This constant dressing and redressing starts defining the one who performs this procedure more than what this act is determined by or might be leading to...Repressing forces can paradoxically contribute to preservation of values that outside of their operation undergo degradation or erasure. Such was the case of traditional local songs of which most unspoiled version alan lomax was able to find behind the bars of prison cells, among the prisoners. They, while being isolated from the corrupting currents of mainstream, popular culture, were only storages of the unique qualities of the folklore...On the bus stop I was checking the timetable when a young woman said something to me. I did not understand so asked hee to repeat. It occured tyat she was speaking to someone on the phone. It is not the first time I got tricked in this way... It still evokes curiosity or causes misunderstanding, but in the future talking to another person directly, without an agency of a distance communocation device will be seen as weird, halucinatory and delusional...Night life is a time when one puts a lot of effort on satisfying one's ego through projecting its highly pimped and augmented instance onto the others and expecting immediate feedback. It is however a most secure confrontation since it happens within the consencually acceoted framework of a quite liberated, yet still framing convention. One's persona is manicured to that extent that both acceptance and rejection can be easily assigned to this fact. In case of acceptance one looks at it as a personal success and assign it to the big effort of the complex self. To withstand the destructive power of Rejection one van blame this external make-up avoiding blaming the self...Impression that there is a cycle, job creation, regularity...A guy entered the train and started begging people for money. He really had to be loud. To make his voice break through a crowd of Dialogs. To amplify his message he kneeled down right in the middle of the train's aisle. This act attracted attention of a few, but still noone seemed to be willing to respond to his misery. It seems as the more he tried to achive what he had planned and rhe more means and effort he was delegatong to it the less powerful his message was... The ornamentalization of his behaviour added an artificial noise, very similar to the one media add when reporting disturbing content. Perhaps a regulat exposition to such dramatization causes that it does not matter anymore whether it happens infront of us or on a screen...A day later on a different line the same guy entered and did exactly the same. I could not understand again. His speech was again very emotional and his face was twisted in pain and rezignation. Being completely detached because of the language I had a feeling that these people who gave him money were not doing this to help him with his problem, but rather were paying for the performance of which an unwitting audience theey became... 'Ja till Europa' says one of the election campaing slogans of Swedish folkpartiet. It is interesting that the term Europe for some is equal to the term European Union. As if Europe would have not existed without it beaurocratized grid. The choice gets reduced to a binary opposition. Or perhaps there is no choice at all?. What would Nej till Europe imply? Can we instead speak of 'Ja till Europa, men...' or 'Nej till Europa, men,...'? A person who sat in front of me and spoke to someone on the phone was Polish. She discussed some personal issues related to kids and family. When I got absorbed by writing a comment on my phone, the Polish lady got off, but was almost immediately replaced by another Polish woman, this time however speaking about a discovery of some cheap supermarket in the interlocutor's neighbourhood with a supply of inexpensive food. This anecdotal coincident makes me think about some computed mechanism trying to keep an ethnic/national balance among the passengers of the metro...'Aldrig mer krig' says a slogan of a folk party member in Sweden. The implicit solution for pushing war off the horizon is embodied in the promise of the EU. The war is a polar opposition to the Eu. Building such simple binary oppositions is a very typical populistic maneouvre, in fact imposing only one answer. Violently imposing and falsifying the picture by suggesting that there is one and only solution for a complex problem such as the war is.
In 1892 a vertical file was invented and filing cabinet displayed first at the Chicago World's Fair in the following year. (H.D Gower, L.Stanley, Jast and WW.Topley, The camera as historian), They put more effort on the ordering of archival content then its production or accumulation, being first ones to actually problematize the fact of growing amount of data and information./ Interesting observation of how the political shift changes understanding and perception of the content of the archive. Archives of interrogations tortures and sensitive information collected during those procedures after the defect of their organizers speak different language, speak of guilt of their organizers, opressors, and act against their intention, revealing the truth which they had collected with an intention to seir there incomplete, fragmentary purposes / reflection on Susan Sontag, Regarding the pain of the others/ Perhaps we value memory too much and thinking not enough. Remembrance is an ethical deed, as such it has a moral value. In order to reconcile, memory has to be incomplete, constrained (Sontag). While the archive may have once seemed destined for invisibility in the anonymity of its functioning, the forces of the self determination, decolonization and their counter movements have made it a highly politicized space, as communities have come to be seen as being made and remade through the sharing of the ethical obligation of remembrance and through the claim to 'collective memory' of which the archive is seen now as the repository. (p.33)/ Susan Meiselas - Kurdistan, In the shadow of history, www.akakurdistan.com. The content of medium is always another medium. The content of writing is speech, just as the written word is the content of print, and print is the content of telegraph. Technology does not introduce anything but rather accelerate existing processes or changes the pace. This acceleration causes emergence of new functions or phenomena.It is the medium that shapes and control the scale and form of human association and action.The passive consumer wants packages, but those who are concerned in pursuing knowledge and in seeking causes will resort to aphorisms, just because they are incomplete and require participation in depth. (34)As we begin to react in depth to the social life and problems of our global village, we become reactionaries. Involvement that goes with our instant technologies transforms the most socially conscious people into conservatives (37, Mc.Luhan, Understanding Media). In the approach to space, curiosity was replaced with professionalism, Politics of the space because space is politicized (or space is politics, if following the French lingual pun, L'espace est politique). The problem considered as local is rooted outside of the locality (Mustafa Dikec, Thinking space and politics, a lecture)/In mass production, the mild has almost no importance or value in itself; it is no longer anything more than one of the factors in production, one of the aspects of its usage and is very largely determined by the production technology/Eavesdropping, censorship, recording and surveillance are weapons of power. The technology of listening in on, ordering, transmitting, and recording noise is at the heart of this apparatus. The symbolism of the Frozen Words, of the Tables of the Law, of recorded noise and eavesdropping - these are the dreams of political scientists and the fantasies of men in power: to listen, to memorise - this is the ability to interpret and control history, to manipulate the culture of people to channel its violence and hopes. (J.Attali, Noise. Page 7)/The monuments and memorials are directed as much toward the future as they are tthe past (Holtorf, 1996 120-123)Holtorf Cornelius, Towards a chronology of megaliths: understanding monumental time and cultural memory/ journal of european archeology, n 4, 1996 119-52/Another technical challenge will be ensuring that users are able to open their digital files decades after storing them. We have already run into cases where we could not access documents because their formats were obsolete. Digital archivists will have to constantly convert their files to the latest formats, and in some cases they may need to run emulators of older machines to retrieve the data. A small industry will probably emerge just to keep people from losing information because of format evolution (The Technium: Lifelogging, An Inevitability)/Nie ma czegos takiego jak pamiec zbiorowa-nalezy ona do tej samej rodziny falszywych pojec co wina zbiorowa. Istnieje jednak zbiorowa nauka. Wszelka pamiec jest jednostkowa, niepowtarzalna- umiera wraz z czlowiekiem. To co nazywa sie zbiorowa pamiecia nie jest pamietaniem, lecz ustaleniem (Susan Sontag, regarding the pain of the others)/For the first time in world history, mechanical reproduction emanticipates the work of art designed for reproducibility. From a photographic negative, for example, one can make any number of prints; to ask for the 'authentic' print makes no sense.but the instant the criterion of authenticity ceases to be applicable to artistic productio, the total function of art is reversed. Instead of being based on ritual, it begins tobe based on another practice- politics/Unmistakeably reproduction as offered by picture magazines and newsreels differs from the image seen by the unarmed eye/ We define the aura as the unique phenomenon of a distance, however close it may be... P. 216/The authenticity of a thing is the essence of all that is transmissible from its beginning, ranging from its substantive duration to its testimony to the history it has experienced/Paul Valery- ' just as water, gas and electrocity are brought into our houses from far off to satisfy our needs in respinse to a minimal effort, so we shall be supplied with visual and auditory images, which will appear and disappear at a simple movement of the hand, hardly more than a sign (op. Cit., p 226) (W.Benjamin, the work of art in the age of mechanical reproductionm)/Adorno employs physiognomy to metaphorically argue that musical passages, a sforzando or crescendo, for example, can be read to illustrate larger cultural phenomena like the desire for change or the culmination of revolution, p.9/Because of his love of Ludwig van Beethoven, some of Adorno's most insightful work is largely ignored. Page 6/Western man thinks with only one part of his brain and starves the rest of it. By neglecting ear culture, which is too diffuse for the categorical hierarchies of the left side of the brain, he has locked himself into a position where only linear conceptualization is possible.Visual and acoustical space in Audio culture . Readings in modern music. 69 (Gregory Goodale, Sonic Persuasion)/Memory like the mind and time is unimaginable without physical dimensions, to imagine it as a physical place is to make it into a landscape in which its contents are located and what has location can be approached.P 77 /German Minister, Carl Moritz, During his walk across England in 1782, Moritz often found himself scorned and ejected by inkeepers while coachmen and carters continually asked him if he wanted a ride. He concluded that it was his mide of travel that made him seem out of place to those he encoyntered. A traveller on foot in this country seems to be considered as a sort of wild man, or an out of the way being, who is stared at, pitied, suspected and shunned by everybody that meets him/About the divibe comedy by dante- the book is so specific about its geograpgy that many editions contain maps, and yates suggests that in fact this masterpiece was a memory palace of sorts. Like a vast number of stories before and after, it is a travel story, one in which the movement of the narrative is echoed by the movement of tge characters across an imaginary landscape. Page 78 /Frances yates quoted on page 76 talks about greek method of mnemonic. In order to form a series of places in memory, a building has to be remembered.(Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust, history of walking/The atomic bunkers and missile tunnels of cold war america can be seen as millennial votive offerings, futuristic dystopias frozen in time. P. 228 /We seem to have concentrated all our irrational, superstitious dread on the western, georgian ad-bc, secularized numerically continuous dating system. P 226 (William Jarvis, Time Capsule/The critic who reads, what a rarity!, 420 / Polish version- Zlagodzenie naszych obyczajow jest nastepstwem naszego oslabienia... Nietzsche / O Polakach szczycacych sie historia i bohaterami narodowymi- jestscie jak biedak ktory chwali sie ze jego babka miala folwark i bywala w Paryzu, (W.Gombrowicz, Dzienniki)//The language of inclusion and exclusion implies a binary logic, that one is either included or excluded...(however) people are included or excluded in relation to some variable. The question of inclusion, therefore is best conceptualised as a sort of sliding scale rather than a binary function, so that inclusion and exclusion are the extreme poles of a continuum of relarions of inclusion/exclusion. (O'reilly, 2006,; 84)./ The police says that there is nothing to see on a road, that there is nothing to do but move along. It asserts that the space of circulating is nothing other than the space of circulation. Politics, in contrast, consists in transforming this space of moving-along into a space for the appearance of a subject: i.e., the people, the workers, the citizens: It consists in refiguring the space, of what there is to do there, what is to be seen or named therein. It is the established litigation of the perceptible (J.Ranciere, Ten Theses on Politics)/Eric Hobsbawm and Terence Ranger demonstrated that traditions may be invented - that cultural enactments of the past are always conceived in a present, and necessarily serve present interests.Similarly, culture of necessity constructs its memories, if only because their reproduction in concrete practices is always shaped by the aesthetic and ideational dispositions of the society that remembers. As Raymond Williams pointed out, 'no generation speaks quite the same language as its predecessors,' with the consequence that each models its memories in a different way./Miller: Before that, we all studied entities. We went and we studied a society, a person, and you looked at what society did or the person did. Now, when you read Levi-Strauss what he did was say, ok, here are these societies, say on the northwestern coast of the US. But in his book, The Way of the Masks, the mask that each society has turns out to be the inverse transformation of the mask that the society next door has. So what that society believes in and what that society is, is the structural transformation of what another society is./Hupemnemata (an ancient technology of the self) the intent is not to pursue the unspeakable, nor to reveal the hidden, nor to say the unsaid, but on the contrary to capture the already-said, to collect what one has managed to hear or read, and for a purpose that is nothing less than the shaping of the self./ Epicurus; for I am wont to cross over even to the enemy's camp,- not as a deserter, but as a scout/The notebook is governed by two principles, which one might call 'the local truth of the precept' and 'its circumstantial use value.' Seneca selects what he will note down for himself and his correspondents from one of the philosophers of his own sect, but also from Democritus and Epicurus. (M.Foucault, Technologies of the self, p.7)/Ordinarily it is said that 'necessity is the mother of invention.' In other words, there is first an 'essence' (abstract idea, a need); later, invention brings it into 'existence' (reduction to practice). However, I more often find myself inventing something from within my own heart, not to satisfy any specific known need. Only later, after reduction to practice, when I begin using the apparatus of my inventions, do I discover their meaning. For example, after wearing a computer for more than 20 years, I am only now beginning to understand what it all means and why I came up with what at the time seemed to others to be a totally useless invention. I refer to these inventions, where their existence (reduction to practice) precedes their essence, as 'Existential Technology.' (Steve Mann, Existential technology, MIT journal)/Media 'define what constitutes reality;they are always already ahead of aesthetics.(Norbert Bolz,Die Schrift des Films, in Diskursanalysen, Medien, Wiesbaden, 1986, p 34 in Kitler GFT.)/In order to fix an acoustic chaos assaulting European ears as exotic music -according to the suggestion of the musicologist von Hornbostel -one first of all interpolates a phonograph, which can record the chaos in real time and reproduce it in slow motion. When the rhythms then become paralyzed and the 'individual measures, even individual sounds resound,' occidental alphabetism, with its staves, can proceed to an 'exact notation.'(Otto Abraham and Erich Moritz von Hornbostel, Uber die Bedeutung des Phonographen fur vergleichende Musikwissenschaft, Zeitschrift fur Ethnologie, no 36 (1904), p.229)/'Literature,' Goethe wrote, 'is the fragment of fragments; the least of what had happened and of what had been spoken was written down; of what had been written down, only the smallest fraction was preserved.'(JW Goethe, Wilhelm Meisters Wanderjahre (1829), Samtliche Werke, Jubilaums-Ausgabe, Eduard von der Hellen, ed., Stuttgart and Berlin, 1904, vol. XXXVIII, p. 270.)/What is called collective memory,' she argues, 'is not a remembering but a stipulating: that this is important...with the pictures that lock the story in our minds.'(Susan Sontag, Regarding the pain of the others)/It is true that objects, images and patterns of behavior can signify, and do so on a large scale, but never autonomously; every semiological system has its linguistic admixture (Barthes, Ronald, trans. (1964). Elements of Semiology. New York: Hill and Wang, 1968. Page 10.)/human rights activism in the world today depends very much on the depth and breadth of memory discourses in the public media (Memory sites in the expanded field, Andreas Huyssen, Present pasts)/Humberto Maturana - understanding perceptive apparatuses as not so much representing reality as constructing it... The reality exists it comes into existence for a particular organism (inckuding humans)'only through processes determined solely by the (perceiving) organism's own organization/Since articulated sound was a deterritorialized noise but one that will be reteritorialized in sense, it is now sound itself that will be deterritorialized irrevocablu, absolitely. The sound or the word that traverses this new deterritorialization no longer belongs to a language of sense, even though it derives from it, nor is it an organized music or song, even though ot might appear to be. We noted Gregor's warbling and the ways it blurred words, the whistling of the mouse, the cough of the ape, the pianist who does not play, the singer who does not sing and gives birth to her song out of her nonsinging, the musical dogs who are musicians in the very depths of their bodies since they do not emit any music. Everywhere, organized music is traversed by a line of abolition- just as a language of sense is traversed by a line of escape - in order to liberate a living and expressive material that speaks for itself and has no need of being put into a form. What is a minor literature, toward the minor literature, Deluze, Guattari/A small nation's memory is not smaller than the memory of a large one and so can digest the existing material more thoroughly (Kafka diaries 25 december 1911. 193)/I live only here and there in a small word in whose vowel I lose my useless head for a moment. The first and the last letters are the beginning and end of my fishlike emotion. (Kafka, Diaries, august 1911, 61-62)./No matter how we approach it-and this is benjamin's lesson-kafka's work does not lend itself to domestication. It cannot be made into literature in the way one enters into religion. It resists on all levels, and it demands at every obstacle and disruption that one simultaneously invents and experiences in its unfolding-not merely a new rhetoric or a new mode of reading but a genuine traversal of its writing (sollers) from which one does not emerge unscathed./A minor literature does not come from a minor language; it is rather that which a minority constructs within a major language./ In short, Prague German is a deterritorialized language, appropriate for strange and minor uses. (This can be compared in another context to what blacks in America today are able to do with the English language)./The second characteristic of minor literatures is that everything in them is political.Its cramped space forces each individual intrigue to connect immediately to politics. The individual concern thus becomes all the more necessary, indisensable, magnified, because a whole other story is vibrating within it./The third characteristic of minor literature is that in it everything takes on a collective value. Indeed, precisely because talent isn't abundant in a minor literature, there are no possibilities for an individuated enunciations that would belong to this or that master and that could be separeted from a collective enunciation. (What is a minor literature , in Toward the minor literature, Deluze, Guatarri, p.16,17)