alicia radage, one of the residents here, has been making work about landscape, soil, action, place, space, etc.
whilst reading middlemarch in bed last night, i was half-thinking about belonging and 'introduced species'. i realised that a weed (and its animal equivalent of infestation) is something that has no natural predators and therefore free to spread like wildfire, taking over the whole of the countryside.
it doesn't belong.
which means that the mark of 'belonging', of being in exactly the right environment, is that, as well as fertile soil, you have enemies: people who will eat you alive, keep your vastly spreading ego in check.
bring it on, bitchez. i have arrived.