A blaze in the beginning
A Blaze in the Beginning is about urban wayfinding. These days, if you want, you never have to get lost. But sometimes, just sometimes, your phone dies, or the cellular gods intervene, and you’re back at the mercy of your own brain. What returns is the slow negotiation of keeping a mental map lined up with a street that answers in near-matches. Landmarks are supposed to pin you down; in practice the same kinds of edges, overpasses, and facades cycle until one hinge detail lies, or the rhythm skips. The walk never quite adds up to a settled path, and you start to wonder… where the hell am I?
A Blaze in the Beginning is about urban wayfinding. These days, if you want, you never have to get lost. But sometimes, just sometimes, your phone dies, or the cellular gods intervene, and you’re back at the mercy of your own brain. What returns is the slow negotiation of keeping a mental map lined up with a street that answers in near-matches. Landmarks are supposed to pin you down; in practice the same kinds of edges, overpasses, and facades cycle until one hinge detail lies, or the rhythm skips. The walk never quite adds up to a settled path, and you start to wonder… where the hell am I?
