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Walk No.19

Route: Home along Sharpham Path and back
Duration: 45 Mins
Time of Day: Morning

 Gateway: This is path is forged by feet.  It's a track that wasn't designed or laid it was formed by many walkers all needing to go the same way.  The beginning of it marks the gateway to a rural, carless environment.

 Graffiti: Imagine my amusement when I discover half way up the first section of path a huge penis graffitied onto the tarmac.  The urban occasionally slips through the gate.....



Cocoon: I'm feeling antisocial. I am cocooned with my hood up.  It's scant protection from the other humans taking their Sunday stroll.  Sometimes my skin is too thin to be around them.
Being cocooned made me consider the car as a vacuum.  We arrive disconnected from the environment, cut off, cocooned.  When we exit the car on arrival we are abandoned by the familiar hermetic pod.  When we walk, in contrast to this, we are in process, adjustments are made and make walking an act of travelling to becoming as well as commuting.

Checking in: Millie the dog constantly checks in.  She is in communication with me.  The invisible language of me and her.  Much better than a human.

Time Folded: Can't remember why I was supposed to remember this.  It must have been something incredibly profound.  My memory method is a bit flawed. ........

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