I had not long stepped off the airplane. My ears were still popping, a release of pressure, a rush of clarity of sound. My body was still braced for turbulence. My brain was still telling my body that bracing yourself in such situations won’t do you much good. Here I was walking over the ground I was an hour earlier flying over, descending towards. Read the rest of this entry »
The other day I found myself in Newcastle with a little time to kill, so made my way to Grainger Market. Read the rest of this entry »
The other day I stumbled across a little bit of Colombia on the Holborn Viaduct at the Koppel Project Hive, a gallery hosting From Myth To Earth, an installation from the artists Sol Bailey Barker and Gabriella Sonabend. Read the rest of this entry »
They just want to be in a place where they have the world behind them, and before them nothing but emptiness.
W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn
A few weeks back we went on a camping holiday, down to the coast. My holiday reading was W.G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. Both had quite an effect on me. Read the rest of this entry »
“It has been established, for example, that suburban streets all over America ought to be as wide as two-lane county highways, regardless of whether this promotes driving at excessive speeds where children play, or destroys the spatial relationship between the houses on the street. Back in the 1950s, when these formulas were devised, the width of residential streets was tied closely to the idea of a probable nuclear war with the Russians. And in the aftermath of a war, it was believed, wide streets would make it easier to clean up the mess with heavy equipment.”
The Geography of Nowhere: The Rise and Decline of America’s Man-made Landscape
Wait until next year 