A dialogue over coffee and honey towards otherworlds
For some the mindset of cycling amounts to a closed book, for others it is utter transparency. Our curiosity virtually drives us to assume new perspectives.
The action goes on elsewhere. We witness idle artefacts of a busy world, carelessly abandoned, in all cases. Their silence is a prompt to think.
Ruptures appear, we hit the wall. No phantasys to shape the future of our World. Too many competing narratives.
Today, we tell ourselves stories that we wouldn’t believe in the future.
Entrenched in bipartisanship, unable to sense the emerging space of possibilities. My bike as a silent observer, an epitomised option for an utopian alternative modernity. Contours of those realities already appear to exist, in pictures.
We put everything into boxes. Our stuff, our thinking. By using boxes, we establish routines to simplify our life. Boxes are replaceable, and so becomes our thinking.
But what if those routines fail us? There is potential to act. New thinking offers ways of stepping out of our boxes.