One end of a conversation

Posted on October 28, 2007

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The mobile, the cell phone, displaces the speaker from their, from his or her, immediate environs.  It does this to the extent that in projection the speaker seems to inhabit a kind of ‘elsewhere’ nowhere, a kind of interstice that exists somewhere between the two in conversation, and so by this token not a place anywhere in actuality.  It is perhaps some sort of reflex ideality that the two speakers compose, a sort of amalgam bubble of talk, or alloy speakeasy; a place that both would rather be (sometime).  Someone walking a dog in a woods in Dulwich is speaking to a friend in north Italy (somewhere).  The friend is driving her car through mountains, so that a zone neither woods nor the car on the Italian road exists but in that alloy of the ideality.  Perhaps it most resembles an idyll – an ‘I wish I was there and she wishes she was here’; a but-yet-neither place in reality to satisfy that call into electronica and greet it with dismay.    I speak into the phone and so am not here but somewhere on the way to the person to whom I – .  And I do this not from a fixed address but from within myspace, which is wherever I happen to be.

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