I prepared some Materials for Him which I placed upon his Device, and I also accompanied Him some of the Way. As he Walked, the 1Man was also accompanied by William Blake.
When I was not accompanying Him, I followed the 1Man and sometimes Filmed Him. He does not know this.
As the 1Man Walked, the 1Man made Observations mainly on Film:
He also marked his Way with Short Texts (publishing as L_O_S on Twitter):
And also took Photographs (publishing as L_O_S on Flickr):
I am Finding it very Hard to understand what the 1Man was Seeing, Thinking & Imagining during his Walk. I have watched his Films several times, and have even created a Computer-Edited Film so that I might See what He Sees, Imagine what he Imagines:
I tried again, the 1Man this time marching to a different Tune.
I note that He observes Shadows and Reflections often, in particular those that Shift and Change slightly with every passing moment. He Inspects them closely as if they might be not Shadows & Reflections but quite separate Bodies or Entities.
He seeks out Doorways and Open Windows, perhaps hoping to pass through them into another World, or waiting for Something or Someone to jump out at him. Perhaps he is simply Envious of those who have a Place where they Belong.
Whenever there is any Danger of an Actual Person confronting him He seems to Jump or Shrug and Move on Quickly. He is not concerned with People it seems, or even the Physical World that is in front of him. And as a result he appears to be very Solitary, standing outside buildings or on the corner of the Street, peering into his Devices or consulting his Maps, his Ears blocked by EarPhones.
Sometimes He was rather Hard to find, getting ahead of me or taking a slightly different Route to the one which I expected. He did not escape me for long, however, and I was always glad when I found Him again.
He did, in fact, Honour me with an Audience at Lunchtime and sometimes the Conversation became quite Personal and Emotional. We read Blake together and wondered what it might be like to Write: a Prophesy, perhaps, or even a Song – something that might accompany us on another BlakeWalk.
I came away a little Unsure as to whether the 1Man had Himself been a Vision, a Ghost of some sort, an Illusion. I sat by the Thames and watched the boat pass under the Bridge and heard the Clock chime and realised a whole Day had gone and what was left behind? The traces of the 1Man’s BlakeWalk and perhaps the beginnings of... what?
A Book, perhaps? I still don’t know what to write.



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