by Tim Gilmore, 6/12/2012
JaxPsychoGeo overlays the map.
JaxPsychoGeo invites all wanderers—Londoners, Seattleites, Israelis and Israelites, Muscovites and Alabamans. The Mayor of Jacksonville, Florida should have JaxPsychoGeo memorized, or be impeached.
You should go, you should go into JaxPsychoGeo. Lose yourself there, and find yourself.
It’s the capitol, the HQ, the first city and the last.
JaxPsychoGeo is a place on earth.
And JaxPsychoGeo is a piece of writing, an ancient scripture, a hypermap, a lovesong-and-hatesong, a literary text.
JaxPsychoGeo is a literary text.
Marcel Proust’s novel In Search of Lost Time, À la Recherche du Temps Perdu, is seven volumes long, and 1,267,069 words.
Joe Gould’s An Oral History of Our Time, supposedly, stood seven or eight feet high.
JaxPsychoGeo is 885 mi².
