It seems more productive to me, to think of the interaction between self and world that is played out through movement, rather than thinking in terms of the embodied experience of walking in-itself. Taking this as read, walking becomes a means, or a corporeal technique, a practice that transmogrifies landscape and body, not a method, or methodology. This is not news to anyone, I realise; dwelling, for example, which entails a fusion of self and world in walking or waiting, or in fact just being, has become almost commonplace in geography. Bearing this in mind, I would like this short article to stumble upon estrangement, loss, and haunting, to drift somewhat against a tide of phenomenological understandings of walking in landscape, as dwelling; in short: to be odd, or anti-establishment.


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