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This is a poem I originally wrote in Catalan, but it 
didn't quite find its form until I translated it into
English. I have never been to the midwest, and I'm 
pretty sure some of the geographical references here 
are off. Anyhow, some months after writing the poem, 
as I was organising my Google Maps screenshots, I 
thought about animating them into a virtual road
trip. I almost broke my computer on the way. I also
played some sort of medley on the accordion.
You can watch it here:


This wark was shown at the Biscuit Tin Moving Image 
Festival at Embassy Gallery in Edinburgh. It bore the
following gallery text:

A very thick midwestern accent, of the minessottan 
variety, recites a poem recalling the narrator's 
troublesome relationship with the geography that has 
shaped them. As the video moves forward, it becomes 
apparent that this speaker, as much as they have mas-
tered the pronunciation, has never been in the Midwest. 
But it also makes itself clear that the Midwest is 
everywhere. A digital road trip through Mongolia, Spain 
and Ukraine is no less Midwest than the place itself.

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    ⠀⠀⠀⢿⡢⣁⢄⢫⡲⢤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⡁⢔⢑⢄⠙⣬⠳⢄⠀⠀⣾⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢎⣤⠑⣤⠛⢄⠝⠃⡙⢦⣸⣧⡀⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⡿⣀⠷⣁⠱⢎⠉⣦⡛⢿⣷⣤⣯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠻⢶⣵⣎⣢⡜⠣⣠⠛⢄⣜⣳⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣾⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⠟⠛⠛⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀
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