Observations

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The Work Required to Move the Walker from Position x to Infinity | Moa Franzén

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on Mira Mutka: The Walking Pieces (Walk the Talk and Slowathon) | Pavle Heidler

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Local Fluff, Local Bubble | Håkan Jelk

Local Fluff (Gait)

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Local Bubble (Slowathon)

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Walk the Talk

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Walk the Talk

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It’s one of those days, you know? The cat is sleeping in a paper bag and baking activities are going on in the tiny kitchen. The storm is here. Well, not really a storm. It is more like rain with a little snow inside, and some wind. This rewriting has been postponed. Instead there’s rereading and re-listening; Barad, tertiary star systems, Hegarty, smallest units of information and language, and

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Today is the third day of the third week of Slothing [moving as slowly as one can, in each moment during one hour]. Thoughts on verticality and horizontalness in relation to gravity, and the clear sense that the current slowness needs to be shared together with others. Is it possible to walk without walking, speak without saying, write without writing? These questions somehow link to a fascination of black holes. Have never thought of them as something frightening. The density, the un-certainty, lack of light that make them impossible to see with the eye and the way that it is possible to detect them by observing how other objects are affected. Maybe now it is time for a break and taking care of the dough, it is brightly yellow and growing. The yeast seems to still be alive.

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Still raining, daylight is almost gone, it is soon 2 pm. A candle was just lit. The buns are halfway done, the bigger ones are out of the oven, the smaller still in there. It was a great choice to put vanilla together with the saffron. Can’t tell the differance between them. It is confusing and enjoyable. The table is differently placed now, sitting and writing by its horizon. It seemed appropriate to change its direction for the baking situation, and as it turns out, also for the writing. Another break is coming up now.

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Subway, walking, bus, walking. Two taxis almost crashed. Or. They actually did. Nobody was hurt. A few moments before- amazement over the capacity and flexibility we have to move together. The transport system had a minor breakdown this afternoon and buses redirected due to a major event in the city. Lots of people in the streets, walking, rushing forwards in the rain, barely noticing each other, smoothly avoiding collisions. Floor, slowness, expansion. Today felt crowded at first, we were five in studio eight. Thought at some point all were sleeping. Wanted to too but became distracted by something that caught interest, something in the left shoulder and something about nonlinear enfoldings of spacetimematterings.

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