Wednesday, 12 September 2012

It is this vertigo of meaning that draws people obsessively to the movie's locations. Like the stereotypical detective who is haunted by the one crime he couldn't solve, so we are haunted by a multiplicity of possible meanings. But we can go there, walk the streets that they walked, follow directions to places that don't exist, be within the echo of a shared memory. Being in San Francisco, standing in an alleyway or outside of an apartment, doesn't give one a definitive meaning, but it brings an uncanny and visceral feeling of the vertiginous quality of time, and a sense of getting closer to the object of desire only to realise that how it appeared to be isn't how it is in reality. The raw experience of meaning and truth and desire and time and memory - all in one specific place - will always engender a feeling of vertigo.
(Siobhan McKeown, Mapping Obsesson: A Personal Vertigo Pilgrimage)

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