“Take a street map… place a glass, rim down, anywhere on the map, and draw round its edge. Go out in the city, and walk the circle, keeping as close as you can to the curve.”
I drew on a map I printed out of a small section of Melbourne city, and followed it the best I could in real life. It led me through a few places I had been before, (Treasury Gardens and King Street) but it also led me to some sights I’d never seen. I visited a lot of cool side streets I’d never been in before and I payed a lot more attention to my surroundings than I usually would when travelling in the city. I noticed how insanely tall some skyscrapers were, how many business people were on their lunch-breaks and how the trees in the city really look nice in juxtaposition to the buildings and roads. What I found most interesting is that the city is always changing, so although I had visited certain streets before, it looked completely different to what I remembered.
I created the video above to show some of the path I followed. I used a red dot on the map in the corner to show roughly where I was travelling in the footage. It was a relaxing assignment to complete.
This is what the underneath of my bed looks like when lit up with the flash from my iPhone camera. It’s not a particularly attractive sight, but I guess it shows a thing or two about my life.
In the foreground of the photo is the charger of my old high school laptop – which I knew was there. I avoid using the laptop because it’s horribly slow and outdated, hence why it and it’s charger is under my bed. The second closest item to the camera is a pile of drawing books. They date from middle school to the present, but I’m consistently using all of them. I do most of my drawing on my bed so I guess it’s a fairly convenient place to leave them. These are things I consciously placed under there recently.
On the very left of the photo is a CD player. (Behind it is a green box which I believe was the packaging of an old mobile phone or digital camera – nothing particularly important. I probably just didn’t want to throw it out in case I needed it – which unsurprisingly, I didn’t.) I have a lot of fond memories of this CD player, however I haven’t used it since I figured out how to download music, so it’s covered in dust. To it’s right is a Bratz tin containing all my old Gameboy Advance games. Sadly, I don’t still have my Gameboy, but I occasionally play an old game or two on my Nintendo DS.
In the middle of the photo is a small chest with teddy bears on it. It contains relatively important objects that I don’t use. It kind of functions as a memory-box, or a time capsule that is consistently accessible. I often forget I have this, until I have to find a place for something useless I want to keep. Hiding behind the chest is a tiny portable DVD-player I haven’t used in years. To the very right of the image is a Disney Princess case I used to use for interstate family holidays. To my knowledge, there is nothing inside it.
The space between the wall and my bed is filled with stuffed toys that have fallen behind or are stuck in-between. You can see a glimpse of a pillow with the character InuYasha on it, which I bought at my first pop-culture convention. Peeking from behind the case is my Happy plushie (who looks kind of creepy under there, so I’ll put him back on my bed after I type this). Wedged between the bed-frame and the wall is a hand-sewn dango my friend made for me in high school, and a Bugs Bunny toy I got from Movie World many years ago.
The space under my bed isn’t particularly exciting, however it seems to contain a lot of pleasant childhood memories.
I should probably clean it up.
Human experience and understanding is a weird thing. Certain times we choose to differentiate between fiction and reality, for example: understanding the difference between map and territory. This very obvious reality vs fiction distinction is blurred when we bring new media into the mix; when we’re looking at pictures of our pets on our iPhones and we know that IS our pet, however, at the same time it’s just a photo. Is it reality or fiction?
Another thing we can’t always explain is spaces. We have sensory understandings of space, so when we’re walking alone outside in the darkness of night, we might feel uneasy. Our so called ‘sixth sense’ is reacting and somehow we know that something isn’t right. However we ourselves do not understand the space, or why this would happen.
What we do understand is the concept of ‘places’ – we are familiar with certain places, aka our homes, the park, school. However, these were spaces before they were places. It is always a space, until we experience it, then it becomes a place. To put it plainly, a place is a space experienced by humans.
We are awfully confusing creatures.