I’ve written a lot recently about the concept of geognitive dissonance: geography-induced cognitive dissonance. These are moments when the supposed linearity of space gets warped, and you experience a non-contiguous geography. Times when your senses mix, and vision defers to more subtle, powerful experiences of taste, touch, smell that break at the seams of our notion of objective space. Basically, geognitive dissonance is when you’re in one place, but something causes you to feel like you’re in another place, a place you’ve been before and know quite well.
I realize that I’ve inadvertently written about geognitive dissonance many times without naming it as such.
I’ve written about how the sweet-stale subway scent in Berlin transported me to Toronto’s TTC;
I wrote about closing my eyes on Toronto BIXIs, and feeling as if I were on a bike I got to know in Montreal;
I explored the proliferation of heterogenous big box architecture…
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