These places are the copper traces on the circuit board, the getting-there only. They are the distance not noted down in diaries, cut out of video footage. They are the liminal – forgettable and mundane, marked only by footsteps and a sense of getting somewhere else.
The bus stations with their homeless spikes. The railway platforms – cold and agoraphobic. The graceful slide up the escalator in the thudding shopping mall. The line outside the nightclub, breath pluming into the clear night sky. These are the loca oblita buried under the bright stimuli awaiting us or behind us in the illuminated past.
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