Rocks, Dreams and Techno-Imaginaries

(The hacker, the smuggler and the cave)

Some notes

From a pedagogical stand point, this is about holding a space for literacy - as well as introducing a space for dreaming.

What do a dream and rock have in comment? Perhaps that one is present in other, have you ever dreamt about a rock? This a place for dreaming, the cold dark. This is a place for reading and rereading. Reading these lines on the walls, like the lines on your hand. There’s a fate in it but maybe there isn’t.

A place for quiet restorative dreaming. I’ll dare you to dream about something set in stone. This is a place where I’ll dare you, and where you’ll dare. What are you holding here, a seance, somewhere to hide as he approaches.

There are many, layers to this. We have always been here. Welcome Welcome, it won’t quite make sense right now. But we’re asking you to read the lines in stone like the lines on your hand. Soft, soft, soft now. We’re moving round. We’re moving round again. This is a place for dreaming, I insist. I invite. Maybe it was worrying, it was cold. But now.

In a cave, there is not much to describe - especially when it is dark. I’m adopting someone else’s voice now.

What is mine.

((Captured Imaginaries (notes)| Captured Imaginaries (application)))