A jumped-up pantry boy, who never knew his place.
It is below - ‘down’ - on the threshold where visibility ends and the city’s common practitioners dwell. The raw material of this experiment are the walkers, Wandersmanner, whose bodies follow the cursives and the strokes of an urban ‘text’ they they write without reading. These practitioners employ spaces that are not self-aware; their knowledge if them is as blind as that of one body for another, beloved, body. The paths that interconnect in this network, strange poems of which each body is an element down by and among others, elude being read.
de Certeau, 1987.