D I A L O G U E S  W I T H  P L A C E S


We generally move in the world with a specific doing-goal in mind, despite the fact that we’re human beings. The Flaneur figure, of mostly-males modern strolling in city life, somewhat made that turn, from doing into being: being aware, being observant of society and the places it builds. A further inquiry about the urban territory would be a personal inquiry turned towards oneself; a stroll with the sole purpose of observing one’s thoughts and emotions, guided purely by the body’s will.


Allowing movement to emerge from unconscious impulses can be challenging. I have done so, in a town where I hadn’t been from many years. There was some anxiety to start with; a new exercise, would it produce any results?, the goal-oriented mind wondered. In each step, I let go; I decided to not start in a specific place, but to start where I was, without a plan. Strolling not for observing the urban landscape, but for looking into the emotional, interior landscape, of past and present.


The territory unravelled before me in a new, somewhat familiar way. Streets I couldn’t remember completely were made anew in front of my eyes. Patches of the town, in my memory, unrelated, gathered in a new, logic urban fabric, united in connections between streets, memories of events, and memory of moods. The first street where my body took me had a feeling of recovery, of health; I didn’t remember, but that was the street where my doctor’s office was. How curious that among all the streets, my body took me first to that one. That route leaded to another place, a street going up and finishing in a square that often came into my dreams, and that I didn’t remember it was connected to that street. It has a small church, and I have no particular memory of it; a very old one, almost foreign – mostly, a feeling, not a structured thought. Still, being there, I had a deep, unconscious feeling that something had been solved, like an inner engine with a slight loose part that now was fixed. That progressed to all the other streets where I had memories from different ages; contrary to what is usual, first, my body would arrive, and only then, memory and thought would surface. I couldn’t point if or what was different, if materials had aged, if buildings or their occupations were the same. I have no memory of any of that. It’s as if a rational, generally dominant part of my brain had been washed through by pure emotional states. Which is interesting, because we are constantly having thoughts, but we’re also constantly having emotions, and their long-term states, moods, without much awareness. The particularity of that day was not that I wasn’t having thoughts, but that I was aware of body sensations first – which I then analysed as holding certain emotions, meanings, by a process of mental attribution and building narrative; making sense.


During that day, the geographic memory I had of that town changed; a deepened sense of it, with an impact on my relationship with those territories. Some places that had hold difficult emotions, and that because of that, I had some mental rejection to them in the base of fear, sadness or disgust, were made sensible in a larger narrative of happenings that integrated all of them – all emotional states, and my posterior reactions to them. This integration happened first in the body, in its sensory and emotional experience. There’s a line from a song that says, moments can be monuments to you; and so is the realisation of much of this cityscape, anonymous and un-monumental per normal urban and architectonic considerations, yet holds emotional, monumental-like aspects to me. Moments, and the insignificant territories of streets, squares, gardens, passages, are the meaning receptacles of our daily lives, a symbology that goes beyond the mental processes of conscious attribution; that we can be aware of, when we allow the wisdom to the body to be made conscious by the intellect. The reconstruction given by Damásio’s I feel, therefore, I am, in contrast to Descartes, can be brought in it’s fullness to the construction of urban spaces – or of, hopefully, of more urban places, where emotion and meaning are represented, and not made secondary the functionalist role of modern cities. Certainly the places I’m describing here can be mostly defined as a personal genius loci; some of them can be defined as well made by the tools of the urban disciplines analysis, and may even have qualities of atmosphere, generating by their qualities hard to describe sensible reactions with their beauty, proportions, structure; choice of materials, their location and how they relate to each other, fundamentally. Yet, I believe for anyone to design a well structured environment with these qualities, needs to first know very well its own inner genius loci: the interior narrative, the why’s and how’s of attributing to places and objects an emotional quality. We keep having relationships with the places and people who don’t see or have departed; absence of presence is not synonym to an end. Quite the contrary, this holds the chance of restructuring and change, nuances we must be made aware of. Either way, each attribution results arises from individual and collective fictions, built upon a curated selection of events that happened, and with the not-curated uncomfortable peeking in the background, anyway; so we may as well learn about that cultural heritage, and being fully aware of the course, and corrected course for a well-helmed, plausible, interesting future. Sustaining that awareness determines the meanings we construct – is this street, object, building or monument being made for and with, a feeling of care, or of superiority? Is it an individual need to prove us, or to share generously with others and solve a problem? Does it create a feeling of belonging and care, and does it actually walk the talk in the process behind its materiality to do this, or is it a conquering? Does it serve an individual need, or a collective one? If it’s a collective one, who are exactly those people? These are some of the questions that the construction of meanings of any design process cannot escape, and to which, meta-cognition and emotional intelligence are tools that can help us in our learning curves and outcomes.

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