The River Clyde runs through Glasgow, feeding, draining, cleaving and bridging the city. Perambulating the tunnel under the river from Whiteinch to Linthouse and back again created an electropsychogenic rainbow effect over the river which curved back underneath itself in a hermetic loop, forming a closed circuit and filling the tunnel with some frankly astonishing vibes (see photo above). … Continue reading
Not necessarily burial grounds, but traumatised land where so much soul loss has collected that it is actually visible on the surface. The perambulator must carve out a “dead road” across the field, and this should be crossed and re-crossed several times or the psychogenic bridge will be structurally weak and quickly collapse. The American … Continue reading
New York City is saturated with ley lines, which is of course why it has become such a large and vibrant city in the first place: all that juice has to come from somewhere. The main arteries of the city closely follow these lines, as that is where people are drawn to walk. There are … Continue reading
“I saw a street called Myrtle Avenue, which runs from Borough Hall to Fresh Pond Road, and down this street no saint ever walked (else it would have crumbled), down this street no miracle ever passed, nor any poet, nor any species of human genius, nor did any flower ever grow there, nor did the … Continue reading
There is nothing particularly special about these two streets in the Bedford-Stuyvesant area of Brooklyn except that I tended to walk down them often around this time, and they have a whole load of churches, sometimes even right next door to each other. During the perambulation I sang May the Circle be Unbroken and broke … Continue reading
53rd and 3rd. I knew it would be a mess, but man, that place is a psychic junkyard. Something special would be required. I planted the seed and wandered off to think. Suddenly a cool breeze enveloped me. I looked down and realized where I was: 52nd and Lexington. The air streaming up from the … Continue reading
New York has two Broadways – the famous one runs from the Bronx to south Manhattan, the other is in Brooklyn. The Perambulator had his first outing walking 23 miles along both, from the Bronx in the north through most of Manhattan to Broadway Junction in the east, using the Williamsburg Bridge to connect them. … Continue reading
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