I found a diary that I tought lost. By searching and looking in the infinite
drawers of my dresser I rediscovered the notes I took when I was travelling from a
city to a kingdom, from a country to a territory without name.
I was faster or maybe slower comparing to time and space,
I became a stone and then water and later I was both together.
I was so little that I could have a journey in my drawers;
I was so micro that I could travel inside the places made by the agglomerations of my
atoms; I became so small or big that I was carbon
and I was travelling between cells and planets;
I could enter my head from my ears and have a journey in the rooms of my memories,
in the rooms of my imaginations, in the rooms of my childish remembrance, in
the rooms of utopia; I did not have anything anymore, the only
thing I could trust and could be forever, were my inner spaces and ideal worlds.
I am an urbexer, a scientist, an anthropologist, a physicist, an engineer, an actor,
a director, a stone and an octopus.
I talk with you, with me, myself and both together, also with them and especially with
the inhabitants of these places.
I can change shape and adapt without being seen that much.
That is exactly what I was doing meanwhile I took my journey.
I did not want to be seen but I wanted to see, I wanted to write down some notes and
descriptions of these crazy worlds.
In the contemporary world, where everything is categorized, where the user and
consumer are ghosts walking in cities chock full of ghost architectures,
we are half dead and half alive.
Next on these pages you can find seven descriptions of cities, territories and kingdoms,
worlds without names that I visited in my mind.
By reading it you’re gonna visit them too, do not worry.
Sometimes it seems like I’m talking to myself or maybe yourself, it could appear weird
but in the end they are just travelling notes.
I am not a writer, I am a traveller. As you.
The rule during this trip was to not have distinctions: no categories, no characters,
no narrator or interlocutor, no physics laws, no borders, no real, no unreal, no dreams,
no. That iss what it is. A network comunicating between the nodal points of our lifes.
Adios, addio, adieu, goodbye, tot ziens.
Be water my friend, we can be together, we can think to possible futures.
I love imagination, you are my anchor my dear.
Greetings,
Livia Ribichini