Alma Hunter studied culture and cognition in New Caledonian crows. Due to life's exigencies she has a grant to study the corvid population in shrinking cities. Her praxis is about doing the best she can with what she can find. (Which might be a twig because she's learned a lot from those crows).
"The whole is something other than the sum of its parts" - Kurt Koffka
"All life is bound together by mutual support and interdependence." - Jain declaration of nature, Laxmi Mall Singhvi
Alma has found all the sticks and stones. She's collected the voices: the first
static of dispatch code transmissions, the words of grandmothers, the shouts of
children, the huff of machismo. the buzzing of light. She's settled at the
intersection where the swirling of leaves is keeping up with the windup of the
sound from a streetlamp that is warming up. It could be the seven of swords she
draws that decides her: She'll stay here for a little longer.
If she didn't wear her hair in a ponytail it would get caught in the zipper of her vest of many pockets or fly in her face. "ptwww fppt plah", she says, as it gets in her mouth.
Sometimes she has a mild neophobia about jumping in to things, but she pushes though it. It's the suspicion. But she's not consistent, sometimes it's neophilia instead. Somethings thinks are just so Awe Inspiring that she rushes to them. context.
