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⇾ Mit Clifford E. Bruckmann || thx to Milieu








⇾ On: PEER/SPECTIVE

⇾ On: PEER/SPECTIVE

⇾ On: PEER/SPECTIVE

⇾ On: PEER/SPECTIVE

⇾ On: PEER/SPECTIVE




Slowly Falling



Now, now



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Where were we?

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Lay back and relax. Enter the realm of free floating dreams. Airflight – solar powered, clean, quiet and relaxing – this is the future.

You know you are alone. But WE know – they are out there. We connect you, over seas and continents. Distance is but an illusion. Your friends, your heart mates, your family, your true soul-clones are out there and it is time to meet again. Come with us. Enter & be safe. This is the ultro-comphy-zone. The voices around you – finally subdued. The stuttering, the murmur, the eye piercing flutter all around you – forget about it for a while. Enjoy your air trip. It’s like you’re levitating. Top chance to catch some UV, finally. The board crew, they cater to you. You feel lost sometimes, but worry not. Some of those –onboard, out there, somewhere – they are like you. Thanks to us, you can find them, they can find find you.

Keep your eyes down. Better not to provoke. Tensions are running high. Someone is yelling.

As I laid my head back against the soft cushion, I felt a tingling sensation caress my scalp. Like an army of ants it swarmed over my skin, touching every nerve and making my head buzz. An overwhelming feeling of calm rushed through me as my mind sunk into the depths of the chair. A deeply fragmented society, consisting of countless small groups with no common ground. People with completely diverging views, ideals and habits. The constricted space of an airplane. Suspended over the ground, disconnected, but every minor detail thoroughly calculated. No place where conflicts may arise. A crude mixture of superficial materialities, empty references to cultural identities and soothing, paternalistic design. Only the unrestrained pragmatics of a corporate language can level this out.

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Something warm crept along my spine. For a moment I thought I had lost control of my bladder, but I didn‘t mind. Instead, the muscles in my face twitched, raising a faint smile on my lips. I could feel every blood cell floating through my veins and every neuron spinning to the rhythm of my heartbeat. The space and the light around me were of a profound azure-blue shining from all directions.

Down there, the world is burning. They are out for your people. No place to hide. These are wild times, wilder than they used to be. Long-held allegiances don’t count for much anymore. Nowadays, people stick to likeminded others, and those that count as likeminded are fewer and fewer every time you count again. The wrong hairstyle can be all it takes, or if you like the wrong song. And then you’re out, and you can look for a new clique that might be better suited to who you are – who you really are, beneath all of it.

how to build airplanes
for a tribalized society*
?

⊕ ZOOM
* A Trailer
⇾ Mit Fabian HeitzhausenHtbafats2 Htbafats3








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