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      "body": "In this essay I want to find a ratio for the inspiration derived from being on the move. \n\nA saying from Bedouin times states ‘the soul travels at a walking pace’. Retracing this notion, we pass alongside creative folks that share my fancy. They treat it in ways of giving context, adding details of a more tangible matter. Further there are those who take the journey as its own reward. I will approach some views in factual science to make my point. The relation of man and his habitat is volatile. Reasons to turn oneself in to inner space can both emphasize and cancel out our urge to explore. Yet one can’t get around making the paces, it is essential to our wellbeing. The movement across outer and inner scenery correlates easily.\n\nWalking is important to me. It helps to clear out the mind; it is good to find out what is around in there at all. There are times where I just have to walk, lest the congestion curbs the more liberal parts of my being. 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It only takes a context to come together.\nHere again, the protagonists of ‘the journey as the destination’ can change the game, by unravelling the history of a place, adding their own marks of involvement and attention. The urban non-entity can become a canvas for how we decode and process these markers. There are layers of meaning available from guided walks, literature, the cityscape itself. It is a challenge to each of us to find our own vantage point, in terms of how we use the terrain. Ways can be taken that are made out not to be. Places that are lost to our view beyond an overgrowth of the now hold their lasting charm in the oblique. The transgressions to reach them can be a response to the lack of something, rather than a laid out, intended focus on a certain outcome.\n\nOne set of factors that makes walking a rewarding experience is conveyed by the humanities as neophilia. The ‘love for the new’ is a set of incentive and reward mechanisms that help make us as successful and versatile as no other animal. Rather than considering factors out of our known range as sinister, we consider them, carefully. A certain proportion (estimated at 15%) of mankind actively seeks to be out there, seemingly just for kicks, regardless of the dangers this implies. The same rate, on the other hand, prefers to keep it more safe.\nThe term neophilia itself was coined by R. A. Wilson, a neopagan author inspired by 70s counterculture. Wilson described his work as an \"attempt to break down conditioned associations, to look at the world in a new way, with many models recognized as models or maps, and no one model elevated to the truth.\"\n\nThis spirit, as he detailed it, is stereotypically being upheld by hipsters, hackers and sci-fi aficionados today. Their causes are more a travel of the mind. But they do pick out white spots on corners of the map of curiosity. The outcome is made tangible again, in the shape of technical innovations, political and social change. And it perpetually feeds back into the cycle of our applied fantasy. On a more pedestrian level we can consider the walk as allusion to the expedition, little discoveries on the way down the road as primers to perceive anything out of the ordinary closer. “Neophilia can be a facilitator of serendipity, which can in turn be the gateway to discovery and creativity. The three affective foundations underpinning neophilia – surprise, curiosity, and interest – are referred to as ‘knowledge emotions’ because they resemble thoughts in how they spur us to learn.”\nThe effects of this chemical cycle saved our species from extinction 80 thousand years ago, when conditions across the African plains changed in unforeseen ways. Retrieved climate data offers no means to evade extinction but adapting nimbly to strange terrain and food sources on generation long, erratic wanderings into the unknown. Many closely related species were marginalized and eventually went extinct, Homo sapiens walked away from it. Animals tend to migrate across fixed cycles of suitable terrain – man prepares for the unforeseen, pursues the lucky strike and perseveres seemingly impossible stretches to break out of the loop.\n\nThis mode of contestation is more than an evolutional flight of fancy, rather an essential mode of development. As such, it became deeply enmeshed in common lore and verbal history. All cultures have their tales of the ‘whence and where to’ of their mythical ancestors. The griots, bards in early Africa, were traversing the continent all their life, singing of current affairs, spinning yarn of way more remote places than they ever could have seen. “Though [the griot] has to know many traditional songs without error, he must also have the ability to extemporize on current events, chance incidents and the passing scene. 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There was no way to pull through but improvise, finding new rules as one went.\n\nThe ways that Francis Alÿs takes with his wandering performances is similarly playful in its treatment of temporal reality. His paseo is a stroll through our neighbourhood, carrying a paint bucket that leaks or ‘walking’ a magnetic dog, pushing a block of ice through the streets. What more sense could that make than leaving breadcrumbs in the forest? And in the dis-located place where he reveals the whole picture, and as it is made understood in context, the event has passed. Vestiges he leaves behind to the spectator are deprecated until then, can’t be traced back to the place they occurred in as the evidence suggests. But this paradox is part of the plot. It is only through this being a rehash that the building of a myth stratifies. And only at the tertiary stage of remoteness, the published work that makes it perennial, does his concept add up all the elements it intends to. “.. a testament to, and document of, Alÿs’s use of fiction and story, it also utilizes a fragmentary structure to model the ways in which pieces of an artistic project travel through time (..) the artist himself makes stories and meaning out of a variety of fragmentary influences.” Thus it can only be ours what we go through with these pieces.\n\nThe choice of subject one makes is tangibly private and contextual. Even the optical mixing of colours occurs in the eye of the viewer. At the end of the 18th century photography eroded the rigidity this required in academical styles. When the Impressionists learned to come to terms with their freedom, they took to the streets. Baudelaire, who enjoyed the company of Manet, Degas and their circles, described the flâneur as a hedonist of fleeting passion. 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The story is told through song, demodulated the same way as the beat, made into his own voice, with filters as Sigur Rós, Coco Rosie or Fever Ray use – bands who talk of the landscape in an acutely dreamful manner.\nIn interviews, he nametags the ghost stories of M. R. James, and the fondness for a scene that passed away before his days, but whose afterglow never ceased. As the Nocturnes of Whistler were dismissed for a peculiar range and style, critics attribute him angst, aloofness, allusions that separate him from his audience and neglect conventions the genres involved are reasoned upon. The bringing together of futuristic and retro elements is regarded as an overused element in the scene. To his defence – this is often just what a voyage manifests.\n\nFor my walks around Lun Din – the ‘moon town’ as some etymologies propose – in its best light, I enjoy venturing out in the dead of night. 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It only takes a context to come together.\nHere again, the protagonists of ‘the journey as the destination’ can change the game, by unravelling the history of a place, adding their own marks of involvement and attention. The urban non-entity can become a canvas for how we decode and process these markers. There are layers of meaning available from guided walks, literature, the cityscape itself. It is a challenge to each of us to find our own vantage point, in terms of how we use the terrain. Ways can be taken that are made out not to be. Places that are lost to our view beyond an overgrowth of the now hold their lasting charm in the oblique. The transgressions to reach them can be a response to the lack of something, rather than a laid out, intended focus on a certain outcome.\n\nOne set of factors that makes walking a rewarding experience is conveyed by the humanities as neophilia. The ‘love for the new’ is a set of incentive and reward mechanisms that help make us as successful and versatile as no other animal. Rather than considering factors out of our known range as sinister, we consider them, carefully. A certain proportion (estimated at 15%) of mankind actively seeks to be out there, seemingly just for kicks, regardless of the dangers this implies. The same rate, on the other hand, prefers to keep it more safe.\nThe term neophilia itself was coined by R. A. Wilson, a neopagan author inspired by 70s counterculture. Wilson described his work as an \"attempt to break down conditioned associations, to look at the world in a new way, with many models recognized as models or maps, and no one model elevated to the truth.\"\n\nThis spirit, as he detailed it, is stereotypically being upheld by hipsters, hackers and sci-fi aficionados today. Their causes are more a travel of the mind. But they do pick out white spots on corners of the map of curiosity. The outcome is made tangible again, in the shape of technical innovations, political and social change. And it perpetually feeds back into the cycle of our applied fantasy. On a more pedestrian level we can consider the walk as allusion to the expedition, little discoveries on the way down the road as primers to perceive anything out of the ordinary closer. “Neophilia can be a facilitator of serendipity, which can in turn be the gateway to discovery and creativity. The three affective foundations underpinning neophilia – surprise, curiosity, and interest – are referred to as ‘knowledge emotions’ because they resemble thoughts in how they spur us to learn.”\nThe effects of this chemical cycle saved our species from extinction 80 thousand years ago, when conditions across the African plains changed in unforeseen ways. Retrieved climate data offers no means to evade extinction but adapting nimbly to strange terrain and food sources on generation long, erratic wanderings into the unknown. Many closely related species were marginalized and eventually went extinct, Homo sapiens walked away from it. Animals tend to migrate across fixed cycles of suitable terrain – man prepares for the unforeseen, pursues the lucky strike and perseveres seemingly impossible stretches to break out of the loop.\n\nThis mode of contestation is more than an evolutional flight of fancy, rather an essential mode of development. As such, it became deeply enmeshed in common lore and verbal history. All cultures have their tales of the ‘whence and where to’ of their mythical ancestors. The griots, bards in early Africa, were traversing the continent all their life, singing of current affairs, spinning yarn of way more remote places than they ever could have seen. “Though [the griot] has to know many traditional songs without error, he must also have the ability to extemporize on current events, chance incidents and the passing scene. 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