The Promenade Is A Special

A Restlessness Has Seized Hold Of Many Of Us, A Sense That We Should Be Doing Something Else, No Matter What We Are Doing, Or Doing At Least Two Things At Once, Or Going To Check Some Other Medium. It's An Anxiety About Keeping Up, About Not Being Left Out Or Getting Behind.

Walking Itself Is The Intentional Act Closest To The Unwilled Rhythms Of The Body, To Breathing And The Beating Of The Heart. It Strikes A Delicate Balance Between Working And Idling, Being And Doing. It Is A Bodily Labor That Produces Nothing But Thoughts, Experiences, Arrivals.

We Are Entering An Era Of Heightened Disaster, Thanks To Climate Change. Being Prepared For Disaster Will Mean Being Prepared To Sift Truth From Rumour, And Being Prepared To Adjust Our Worldview.

As I Started To Pursue The Subject More Deeply I Realized That Walking Was This Wonderful Meandering Path Through Everything I Was Already Interested In - Gender Politics, Public Space And Urban Life, Demonstrations And Parades And Marches. The Relationship Between Walking And Thinking And Between The Mind And The Body.

We Are Often In Two Places At Once. In Fact We Are Usually In At Least Two Places And Occasionally The Contrast Is Evident....here, Most Often, Is Nothing More Than The Best Perspective To Contemplate There.