This edition holds a set of calibration scores written for devices that do not agree with one another: a compass that repeats, a laser that floats, a vacuum that circles, a drone that performs, a sine wave that intensifies, a compressed file that refuses to stay small.
It is not a map. It is a light discipline: a way of noticing how measurement becomes choreography, how “accuracy” becomes a posture, how the in‑between (endiamesos) is sometimes an atopos—an unplace that still leaves traces.
The pages move between timed instructions and withheld information. They treat coordinates as provisional agreements: local, contingent, spoken to the day, revised by wind, water, distance, error, and the soft violence of systems that insist on clarity.
This edition holds a set of calibration scores written for devices that do not agree with one another: a compass that repeats, a laser that floats, a vacuum that circles, a drone that performs, a sine wave that intensifies, a compressed file that refuses to stay small.
It is not a map. It is a light discipline: a way of noticing how measurement becomes choreography, how “accuracy” becomes a posture, how the in‑between (endiamesos) is sometimes an atopos—an unplace that still leaves traces.
The pages move between timed instructions and withheld information. They treat coordinates as provisional agreements: local, contingent, spoken to the day, revised by wind, water, distance, error, and the soft violence of systems that insist on clarity.