i have obsessed over the idea of a dérive for years now. since my performance art class at columbia college, chicago to be exact. it was then that the questions of social appropriateness and responsibility, expectations and conveniences really became an obsession. a dérive would be a perfect, private exploration and exploitation of social normality. what is that exactly? normal?
normal (he actually used that word in context to mine and my partner’s roaming)- according to the police in michigan on july 7, 2007 was “having a destination”. i have since developed travel panic; obsessive thoughts over where i’m supposed to be going, am going and why.
from wikipedia: in situationist texts, a dérive is an attempt at analysis of the totality of everyday life, through the passive movement through space. It is translated as drift.
that’s all we were doing that night.