Italienische Reise
Travel, the third kind. Being here is less about travelling in italics, rather about being somewhere else. A micro-period, otherwise unpaused. Doing what one does, altered by incidents and customs, life’s general shape and psychography remaining as they are. It is a state that produces new lines of inquiry, and the pursuit of interests unique to a temporary environment, but their shape and weight is similar to one’s, italics, regular life. Spending time near the Trentino threshold with regular intent, as every day, as every place. Later, one will say that one went about one’s business here, reading, writing, corresponding, minding work and minding self. A time abroad, Bildungsreise, Totenschutz, auch ich in Akardien.