“The Passenger” – are a swarm, a cloud, a multitude of human, non-human, post-human companions and components, whose overall experience cannot quite be grasped in human language.

So calling them “them” is only the next best solution, and a bit better than calling them “he”, “she” or “it”.

For the fact that they are made up of many does not mean that they act and think as one. There is diversity and conflict among them.

Some even do not express themselves at all. Still they have agency and the respect of (the, some, a few) others. 

One could call “The Passenger” a “heuristic avatar”, implying that they are a fiction born from the necessity of guiding a fresh experience humans need to undergo to enter a reality of many agencies, only some of which are human. 

But one could also point out that we are very familiar with a multiple agency similar to “The Passenger”– so familiar that this very special friendship is even older than humanity itself, even older than any multicellular organism on Earth.

A lot older.

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At a time when social media tempt us to keep diaries disclosed on a global scale, the question arises anew: how to share the intimate quotidian life that unpredictably unfolds day by day? How to find our way into the landscape of days (Gegend der Tage)? At the same time, we experience tough and strange days in which all our relationships to our diverse environments (Umwelten) change, and must change. We are already used to calling this change ‘climate change’. But have we yet understood what it really means, and what follows from it? This equally intimate and experimental project Passenger Diaries is a testing ground for a journey into another life in the close neighbourhood that is as personal as it is oriented towards the environment, urban and suburban spaces. To enter this close range is itself the passage we seek and attempt.

The Passenger was first inspired by Iggy Pop’s mythical song. The Passenger has transformed though. No longer a single, sexy, male beast roaming the inner city of the great American Metropolis of the 20th century, “The Passenger” has evolved. Today they are a a multitude, a cloud, a swarm of various genders and life forms, human, non-human, post-human, organic and inorganic, slipping through spaces, always on the non-linear move.

As they feed on patterns and multi-sensory information, they do not need the kind of “excitement” the heroe of the 20th century was so obsessed with. They can find joy and adventure in the apparent boredom and banality of the urban “Speckgürtel” (commuter belt), crossing and re-crossing thresholds of grown and built environments, following the traces of trash, honouring the corporate design of Otto Wagners “Green”, or meeting a plastic bottle suddenly emerging as an individual by the fate of her temporary disposal. 

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