Lines. Dots. People and Ants. Streets. Maps and Plans. Neighborhoods. Trees and Benches. Concrete and grass. Destinations. Tours and Trips. Tourists and Wanderers. Fruits and Sushi. Colored and Black and White. Viewed, lived and perceived. Space and place. Holes and Malls. Glass and Rain. Asphalt Jungle. Or just Jungle? Too much dogs poop. New shoes. Oooooooooops!

Silence demarcates a forgotton prejudice.
Within this quiet place rests a Modern effort to bind this vastness of silence, an artefact of measurement and a determinism that refuses the natural balance of things; to inscribe a "familiar" so that Man will never lose his sense of place, his center of Being (it is the reason why we have programs, education, cities, streets, suburbs...). Even though the crowds of Mankind struggle to affirm its place, Silence dances in the spaces of the unknown marking its territories... What are and who are we when the boundaries dissappear. when there is no layering, when there is no system in place to guide our behavior. when its just You, alone, naked before the emptiness?

I am forever getting lost. I cannot read maps. nor can I map my own life or days out. believe me, I have tried. my driver (yes, that is why I have a driver to get me to appointments) knows my schedule more than I do ... mapping time or distance... I can only look up at the sky to guess what time it is, or where I am.

however, I can drive to milan from vico sans map and get to where I want to! I can smell a good shop from miles away! 10 corso como!

maps are there, leading to many places, I say , follow your nose!

following someone else's directions/instructions will only get you lost!