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Reclaim:
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Regel!: #1
(...ditt valg er min lov.)
Ta ditt valg, velg din reclaim:
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Reclaimere som velger seg virkelighets inntrengende konsekvenser oppfordres til aa lese "LINK!!!"
- in the future, revolution is not a choise.
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re-links /:/
analysis: reclaim means re-conquer
there exists zones in society were identity is reshaped and controlled - these
zones can be re-conquered
these zones exists locally in everyones daily life
we are looking for a battlefield hidden in the public, everyday space
- the strategy is to reclaim the zones all individuals pass through,
transfer-zones of daily life:
places of education,
zones where people travels to/from job, where people buy food/dispose waste,
buy dreams/sell favours, the space where people drink their alcohole/empties
their frustration, experiencing their favourite waste of time/confronts their
faults, where people buy presents/paying tribute to society, the battlefield
we are looking for is the locations people seek when they dream of another life,
another world
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vision:
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vision: the world of mirrors
we live in an age were society physicly reflects our identity
debasing in every flicker
the identity:
the digital stream of television, internet, commercial boards,
the reflection of you:
in shop-windows, mirrors in the toilet of clubs and cafèes, fancy happenings,
product-releases, fashion shows, trendy clothes, genrè clubs, comic books,
newspaper frontpages, life-style magazines
...the ageing man locked to a chair, in front of the television, gradually sucked
into the void of corrupted, empty, commercial dreams
...falling or flying - what is the difference ?
nothingness is nothingless - total conformity - total perfection
- no faults allowed
...your dreams may not be your own
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analysis:
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dream: journey
into the looking glass
moving close, in front of a looking glass it is possible to view the corruptive,
deceiveing force at work somewhere inside the plane of reflection.
an old magic mirror, inherited from snowhites stepmother, the black queen.
- mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the beauty of the world ?
studying a crack in
the mirror, you see mist seeping out. is it really a mirror? or
is it a window into something so black that the window reflects this world like
a mirror. maybe this is really like a window barely opened
- as we try to widen
the window opening, the mist seeps into our world from the other side,
creating
a new season.
floating through the seasons
of mist, we approach the crack, getting ready to enter into the age of dream.
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