I woke in the early hours this morning.
I’d like to say what time but both my mobiles were out of charge as I don’t have to get up at 6.30am on Thursdays and I allow myself the decadence of waking naturally, so I’d left them uncharged.
It was probably about 2.30am…it usually is…
I wrote something down in pencil on the nearest piece of paper…..the back of a train ticket.////went back to sleep…woke again….wrote some more and amended in red pen in the morning.
I did have the most amazingly lucid revelation at some time during the night but..as usual…… had fallen asleep again before I could write it down.
I persuaded myself I’d remember…..but of course I didn’t.
And I can’t read my writing or photograph dust like Man Ray, despite its breeding.
To what extent can digital technology enable the re-animation of embodied memory to produce affective media?
Methodology may emerge more clearly during the night…