I ask myself:
How do I perceive the space that is called public, now that I am playing with the idea of making that which I’ve long assumed to be private, porous?

What kind of effect does the commodification of public space—treated as a subject of consumption within the parameters of tourism culture—have on the perception of that space by those who are an immediate extension of it?

Can a kind of mind hack facilitate the reclamation of that space? Could it slowly, but steadily, influence how we move within the city, how we relate to one another—and perhaps, shift the behaviours embedded in tourism culture itself?

A note to myself:
Lisbon is a zoo.*
For those who carry daily worries—
within.
Can you show me the way
out,
either way?

*Don’t be alarmed—so are many cities. Especially the brand cities.**

**Not a compliment. These are cities curated for consumption—flattened into aesthetics, designed for passive spectatorship. The tide doesn’t just wash over—it swallows.

***This is a monologue—spoken inward.