The Thinking Body and the Dancing Mind.
We settle in this public in – between zone with small plastic chinese chairs. Some type, others dance to the ‘dancing’ typewriters’ sound. People are in a rush to catch the train but some take the risk to stop and type. Other times we flaneur—carrying the typewriters and we pause—and some of the commuters, these underground “subway runners,” take the pause as an invitation to write on the typewriter. If we did the same thing in the Times Square station, how long would it take until the police told us to move? Here in Bushwick where workers, immigrants who share a single metrocard in a very hidden way, and hipsters all share the space, the police never arrive, and we stop our action through our own choice. We had a great DAF team alex, rob, amelia , me and the subway runners; we created a residue-- a leftover energy -- a possibility for change?