A psychogeography loses itself when created in a vacuum. It needs mess to develop, to grow into a fully formed mental mirror of its physical counterpart. It craves a chaos that provides the semblance of free will to its landscapes, a wild murder, a gas main rupturing, love found and lost and found again in the back alleys and side streets.
A psychogeography feeds from this and can be sensed through
this. When we study them, we study yourself more so than in any other way. It
reveals a sliver of the mind lodged deep in concrete and glass.
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