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Walk No.30

Route: Plymouth Train Station to PCA
Duration: 15 Mins
Time of Day: Morning

Socks: Feet in socks, socks as objects.  Shoes, looking at all the different shoes.  As transport. Different shoes influence different gaits.

Weaponised cars:  Cars are brutal, always have been.  Lately cars have been weaponised.  Because it's so easy to kill someone with a car.

Lines: Define spacial relationships. (Lygia Clark) It's easy to see this in a cityscape.

Binary: Linear needs non-linear for definition, there is no binary in it.  Like the Foucalt liars theory, liars are just proving the existence of lies, or something like that?  And see also Lefebvre, he mixes up the binary too.

Purpose: The space is that of commuters. Back in Totnes, earlier, around 8am ish, I saw a group of lads congregating at a terrace bar/cafe all hungover, laughing and recounting the night before.  They seemed incongruous to the frame work (pattern/system) the space had now become: transit channel to work/school.  Their leisure and night-time energy was holding a small space as a place of fun in amongst the other purpose space.  I could see it like outlined shapes almost.






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