Psychogeography 1
Today I found an awesome site on psychogeography: Social fiction. The Interaction between the psyche and the environment it interprets has always been something I have put much thought into, I will often go on long tangents traveling down streets through side passages. Exploring the side passages and overgrown areas of a city looking for where dreams intermingle with concrete. Where weeds push through and break the ground with the wild abandon of pan and abandoned houses haunted with the remaining residue of past tenant. Last night on a trip to the store I passed by such a place:
I dumpster three cases of Bartle and Jaymes wine cooler(circa. Late 90’s) from an orange construction dumpster outside a recently remodeled blue house in the S.E. The house from which the wine coolers originated had been abandoned for as long as I remember, with a demented wolf painted on its door and a collapsed canopy over the front porch. The house reminded me of the Sandman graphic The Doll’s House with the Serial Killer convention. Like the reminisce of some nightmare that stands now as an ominous reminder of the hidden passages in the psyche where shadow has a form of its own.
I took of the dumpster what I could, my compatriots assisting me and removing what little of its contents that I managed to pull from its depths; The cases of questionable wine cooler and a large bottle of champagne. It was after we returned home that I came to the realization that these wine coolers must have been purchased for the turn of the millennium, what with the expiration of the bottle set for late in the year 2000. The threat of the Y2K bug made the drinks both appealing and troubling. Who knows what odd chemical reactions could have occurred within the sealed glass containers while sitting in a haunted house. But I drank them none the less, with only a mild sweeping wave of lethargy and nothing that could possibly be considered a buzz.
