The idea of the Internalized Landscape, as I seek to apply it, makes two suggestions or reminders. One is that the land contains endless aspects of body– our own systems are related to the land in both function and form (sloughing off, recycling water, generating and regenerating based on underlying patterns, diseases and disruptions, etcetera ad infinitum). This is one way to learn about the fabric of what (or who, as I see it) has made you and me– by looking at other things that are made. The other awareness (somewhat claustrophobic if you think on it too intensely) is that we only and ever understand the world through the filter of a body. We project our armness, our legness, our constant breathing and throbbing, our scanning binocular eyes, our skin, our sense of space and scale, from the locus of a single, particular corpus. We build buildings* and cities and electronic networks based out of this inter-relation of body systems, echoing our structure back into the worlds we construct for ourselves. Both directions of thinking are rich and complicated. A fertile place for contemplation.
*Of course, thanks to the house, a great many of our memories are housed, and if the house is a bit elaborate, if it has a cellar and a garret, nooks and corridors, our memories have refuges that are all the more clearly delineated. All our lives we come back to them in our daydreams. A psychoanalyst should, therefore, turn his attention to this simple localization of our memories. I should like to give the name of topoanalysis to this auxiliary of pyschoanalysis. Topoanalysis, then would be the systematic psychological study of the sites of our intimate lives.” Gaston Bachelard, Poetics of Space