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Walk No.20

Route: Interior of my house
Duration: 2 Hours approx
Time of Day: Morning



Tracking my movements/walk around the house in the act of vacuuming.


Removal:  Reversal of laying down lines and marks, lifting things away with the vacuum cleaner.

 Dust Motes:  Air is a mass.  The outblow of the vacuum blows the dust around and it illustrates the  movement of the air.  It's suddenly there.  Visible.  There's a poetry in having the invisible revealed to you.



Traffic:  Carpet worn.  Foot traffic.  Imprint of the family.

Interior Space:  Just noting the difference in being in the confines of walls compared to outside.  Vague reference Jung and houses being interior of minds.  Layout of subconscious etc

Dolls House:  As I'm vacuuming I'm mapping the house in my mind.  I'm trying to use the memory palace method of remembering my prompts.  I get a huge memory afterwards when I sketch out the plan.  I remember playing at designing houses with a friend when I was very little.  It gave me  the same satisfaction as playing with dolls houses.  What is the fascination?! They are still cool....

                                   
"In the absence of artefacts humans and other animals rely on internal representations or stored memories of experienced environments.  It is frequently assumed that these stored memories, now commonly referred to as "Cognitive Maps" or "internal spatial representations", are used to guide travel."
(Wayfinding Behaviour: Cognitive Mapping and Other Spatial Processes, ed Reginald G. Golledge)

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