In the place of the public: observations of a traveler by Martha Rosler

Every time I fly I am so amazed by two things, first that I am actually still alive and second that I am in a completely different place in such a short amount of time. It boggles my mind to think that I am somewhere so different on the planet. I guess it is so much weirder for me because I never got to experience the actual space in-between the two cities. I just was in one city and then I automatically arrived in another. I think it is this disjunction of understanding that makes us so amazed at flight. I have actually considered the fact that this whole idea of earth is an elaborate ruse. What if there is no Europe that far away? You have no way of knowing unless you boat there! You rely on what it is your told. However paranoid that may sound its true. I don’t fully know that I arrived in Mexico, or Hollywood or anywhere, I trust that I was taken to this place that is pointed out to me on the map. Actually I trust the maker of these maps. Obviously this isn’t true but an interesting thought.