”a bird that has lost its feathers can no longer sail through the skies. And a person who has lost her memories can no longer find her way through the world she once called home. But still, I keep my faith…”
– I am an idiot spammer
A mundane space invaded.
The subject is now isolated, the inside becomes an outside.
The subject draws a new place that can be delimited as its own and serve as a base from which relations to exteriority composed of targets or threats can be managed: “how to delimit one’s own place in a world bewitched by the invisible powers of the other.” – Michel De Certeau
Substituted by a practice inseparable from particular moments or opportunities it becomes a trace in place of acts, it is only their remainder; the sign of their erasure through time.