I own more things than I know about. Obviously, given how I’ve forgotten about them, a lot of them are useless to me. For some reason I haven’t gotten around to tossing them either. Although something that should become the weekend project one of these days that’s not what this was supposed to be about.
The green thing in the photos might be the best thing I own. Best because it takes me to places like these. Or rather—to not personalize a thing too much—becuse I can use it to go to places. In a certain way. And often the repetitive movement of pedalling turns into a gigantic thought experiment. Without a start or an end, a goal really, but one that runs its own course through whatever it might encounter, ups and downs, like proper rollercoasters do. And when I get home I’m always lighter than when I left. More often than not with some pics on a memory card which get posted all over the internet in order to ,.. no wait, that’s not what this was supposed to be about.