The Tale of the Four Winds and the Jade Emperor
Long ago, when the world was still young, the Jade Emperor (玉帝, Yù Dì), ruler of Heaven, noticed that the earth was chaotic. The seasons were unpredictable, crops failed, and people suffered. To bring order to the world, the Jade Emperor summoned the Four Winds—each representing a cardinal direction and a season—to his celestial palace.
The Four Winds:

East Wind (东风, Dōng Fēng) – The bringer of spring, associated with growth and renewal.
South Wind (南风, Nán Fēng) – The herald of summer, bringing warmth and abundance.
West Wind (西风, Xī Fēng) – The messenger of autumn, symbolizing harvest and change.
North Wind (北风, Běi Fēng) – The force of winter, representing cold and stillness.

"The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities. If they are not there, science cannot create them.”
[1]
Nature does not turn out her work according to a single pattern; she prides herself upon her power of variation. [2]
"Heaven and earth are one finger; all things are one horse." [3]

[1] Rahel Carson, Under the Sea Wind
[2] Seneca, Complete Works
[3] Zhaongzhi)

Twelve envoys from the Occidental lands of Europe plummet through the hazy Shenzhen sky. They descend like fat strange birds without wings, like without parachutes, their bodies cutting through clouds and smog alike. The city below spreads out in a glittering tapestry of steel and glass, indifferent to the peculiar rain of diplomats falling toward its streets.

Each envoy tumbles through the air with a curious grace, as if gravity itself can't quite decide what to make of these unexpected visitors. Their formal attire flutters in the wind, ties whipping like pennants, briefcases still clutched in white-knuckled hands. The scene is as absurd as it is mesmerizing – twelve figures suspended between heaven and earth, between West and East, between the rational and the impossible.

The sprawling metropolis of Shenzhen waits below, its forest of skyscrapers reaching upward like mechanical fingers, as if to catch these falling dignitaries. The air grows thicker, warmer, more real with each passing second of their descent. Yet there's no panic in their faces, no screams piercing the wind. They fall as if this is precisely what they came to do, as if this is just another item on their aero-economic agenda.

Considered “priests”, they are keeping peace: [5] The practice of everyday life. The older generation, masters at life, serve the spirit of Shenzhen. Wang Fu of the Ducts resets the meridian, unseen. [6] But that spirit, if it was visible on the streets of the city, scrap development rises.[4] Again, we must look to the truth or, rather, self–regulated integrity. [2] For old people, their attachment to the place where they were conceived, born, or grew up defines their connection to specific Ancestral Beings. Decades of regulating, spirit and disciples, together. [1] Do you know where the priest lives?
[3] —, “FEEL User Interface.”

Unseen Peace

It’s a late October night and thick air fills the streets. I get my phone out and open TikTok. Snippets of people talking and eating food, cats and dogs acting cute cross my screen.

Lately I’ve been thinking about the endearing man, who liked talking about his wife. [2] I can still recollect that I thoroughly disliked his appearance. [15] The image is slightly blurry, and the expression on his face and the extreme perspective create a sense of anxiety. [3] Does this make sense? Another visit to the priestess should help with this.

[7] The bulletin on the door says, “We are open.” I step in. [9] At a secure distance from the shelf, a heavy armchair establishes a living room culture in brown. An old lady of small stature glances, rushes over to me and says: Your memory. [11] Its quality is bad, its
resolution substandard. I will help with getting rid of the scraps. [5] We humans need to sort (organize, classify, formalize, order, structure) a list to make it usable (so we can retrieve the items in it) and to make it meaningful (so we can organize ideas and things by hierarchies or orders of causation).

She hands me a headband with wires attached and gestures me to put it on.
[4] But think of this. [8] The book is a room; the room is a book. I try to humor her ramblings: Do you read the room the same way you read a book? She smiles and replies: [1] Why can we not remember, step by step, how we make a sentence? Think of details. [12] It is easy to forget […] when you’re numbed by [13] […] a circulating data stream, its particular content irrelevant.

While putting on the headband the odd pet jumps onto the table. The old woman remarks: This one [14] will guide our interaction with […] experience today. A raven, clad in black, hops into my lap, ruffling its feathers. I started petting its head like second nature and remember the smell of nicotine of that day in my apartment. [17] When we remember something, our memory is of the last time we remembered it.

Recalibration Raven

[1] Doherty, Is Landscape Essays on the Identity of Landscape
[2] Clarke, Design Anthropology Object Culture in the 21st Cen.
[3] Siemens, A Companion to Digital Literary Studies
[4] Ascott, Engineering Nature
[5] Boomen, Digital Material Tracing New Media in Everyday Life
[6] Schaefer, Lens Laboratory Landscape Observing Modern Spain

[1] Siemens, A Companion to Digital Literary Studies
[2] Kinder, Transmedia Frictions The Digital the Arts and the Humanities
[3] Gaudreault, A Companion to Early Cinema
[4] Carpo, The Second Digital Turn Design Beyond Intelligence
[5] Borschke, This Is Not a Remix Piracy Authenticity and Popular Music
[7] Ascott, Engineering Nature
[8] Banner, Communicative Biocapitalism The Voice of the Patient in Digital Health and the Health Humanities
[9] Scott Contreras Koterbay, The New Aesthetic and Art: Constellations of the Postdigital
[10] Acland, The Arclight Guidebook to Media History and the Digital Humanities
[11] Wendt, The Allure of the Selfie Instagram and the New Self Portrait

TWELVE ENVOYS

PROLOGUE

A . they show us how the world works, they are not the banishment story from the Old Testament, they are the bridge(s!) to worlds.

B. they are the 4 elephants/atlas that carry the world.

C. they are the memory of the world

D. they are the overseers of the world ‘workshop’ throughout history. From the invention of the wheel, the establishment of mankind, to an indefinable future.

E. they are the white pages of the book in which the world events are written.

In the bustling heart of Shenzen, there exists a figure shrouded in mystery and allure: Wang Fu, the renowned harmony spirit of Zhujiang, the bedtime stories saucier of nocturnal tales. Known for his peace bringing lullaby that dances through the electrified night-skies, Wang Fu is a legend among those who wander the city's shadowy corners after dusk. His spirit resides in the ventilation systems of Shenzen.

Wang isn't just a storyteller; he's a weaver of dreams, a whisperer who sends his narratives fluttering into the wind. His tales are not mere words but spells that resonate with the rhythm of the streets. Each story he tells is said to recalibrate the twelve meridians of the delta, aligning them with the cosmos in a harmony only he can orchestrate.

[1] Hugo, Les Miserables
[2] Joyce, Ulysses

Another medium created at the hands of Wang Fu. [1] He designed and built astonishingly complicated automata whose technological prowess has never been surpassed. [2] AIBO is consciously designed as a robot, without fur or soft skin or even eyes. [3] Live, or almost live […]. They act as a medium between minds and bridge the gap of conscientiousness.

[1] Boradkar, Encountering Things Design and Theories of Things
[2] Bureaud, MetaLife Biotechnologies Synthetic Biology ALife and the Arts
[3] Cameron, Drama and Digital Arts Cultures Methuen Drama Eng

Springs wind is calling. Well, when it’s blowing outside, you might want to put on a dust-coat to help ward off the wind. Go, see things of priceless beauty, that are entrusted with the task of giving us our impressions of everyday life. [1]
Take us by the hand and lead us to see from place to place the rooms of those who live in the city, leaving nothing out that is fitting for utility, comfort and beauty. [2]

[1] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive
[2] Williams, Daniele Barbaros

"Dave", a name whispered with derision among the celestial spirits, bears an indelible mark of shame. His banishment from their hallowed ranks remains a wound that refuses to heal. Born as a mere gecko, his existence is a constant reminder of his perceived inferiority. The High Seat of the Eldery, a symbol of ultimate power and prestige, remains an elusive dream, yet Dave clings to the hope that his time will eventually come.

Once, "Dave" had been just another gecko, scampering across the walls of the celestial palace, watching the gods weave the fabric of reality with their divine computations. With a determination forged in the fires of rejection, "Dave" embraces his primal instincts, knowing that true animalistic force multiplied a hundred times can uncover the elusive spirit of Wang Fu. Nestled deep in clandestine workshops hidden beneath the city's pulsating core, "Dave" crafts digital entities from the very fabric of the virtual realm.

Birthed from the dark arts of body-shaming, gaslighting, and blackmail, virtual data flow of malice resentment takes shape. First cockroaches, then flying fish, foaming rats. Their collective rage transforms them finally into seagulls, avian specters of malice and intent.
"Dave", the architect of their creation, dispatches these spectral seagulls into the swirling air currents of Shenzhen. Their mission is clear: to seek out and disturb the tranquility of Wang Fu, a figure revered for his aura of peace and equality. As they descend upon him in the ventilation labyrinths, their presence is a blight upon his pristine white robes, staining them with disgrace and venomous disdain.

[1] The word "chengguan" has even taken on an alternate meaning in Chinese. "Don't be too chengguan" means to not bully or terrorize. In other words, chengguan has literally become synonymous with violence. On the lookout for rare senior citizens in Shenzhen, their daily routine has become asking for permits.

[1] Austin Ramzy, Above the Law?

The Eternal Song of Harmony

Mei Lian left her place and walked to the nearby park, seeking peace away from the hustle and bustle of the city. She found a bench by the pond and enjoyed the stillness of nature for a moment. Soon, it became her daily habit to sit there every morning, watching the play of light and water and listening to the gentle rustling of the wind in the trees. The first passersby gave her curious glances, but no one spoke to her. Mei Lian had found her place.

One morning, as she sat peacefully on the bench, the silence was suddenly broken by the loud ringing of a phone. A man in a suit, with a tablet on his lap and a coffee cup in his hand, sat on the bench next to hers, deeply engrossed in a tense conversation.

After finishing the call, he looked at Mei Lian. "You sit here often, don’t you?" he asked. "And you bring your work into the park," she replied calmly. He laughed briefly. "It’s the only place I’m not in the office, but somehow it still feels like I am."

Over time, her bench became a meeting point for those seeking a break from city life.

Mei Lian-The Resonance of the Park

A golden bag, timeless and sealed. It carries no objects, only memories—fleeting voices, lost moments. A talisman against forgetting in a city that outruns itself. "My purse?"[1]
BLOOM: "A talisman."[2]

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