Abstract
As I walk towards my home at night a wet surface of the pavement glitters in all shades of black, reminding me that I am surfing. Not just on the street, but on the endless glassy surface of the interface of this world. This is where I belong. The warmth of the reflection entangles me, mirroring that which surrounds me. The light and color, the movement and the thoughts of mine. A contentless surface that needs to reflect to exist, to have a meaning.
| Original language | English |
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| Place of Publication | Amsterdam |
| Publisher | Institute of Network Cultures |
| Media of output | Online |
| Publication status | Published - 23 Sept 2016 |