Zali and I went for a walk the other day. We started at Thamesmead, then moved down the Thames past City Airport. Halfway through, we stopped and dug random quotes out of some books we had with us. I took several pictures. Here’s some of them, plus the quotes we found:
‘You will never know what just happened, or you will always know what is going to happen.’
‘Here, once again, the machine could be used as a real liberator.’
‘Inside the apartment, Coltrane played ‘My Favourite Things’. Outside, the builders shouted at one another.’
I’ve been spending a lot of time in Newbury lately. I usually stay in the same hotel, just by Greenham Common. I end each working day by running through the woods to the old airbase. Every time, I pass the empty nuclear missile silos. They fascinate me.
They’re brutal pieces of architecture. I assume they were built to withstand a nuclear blast. I imagine them crouched in that post-nuclear world, outlasting humanity.
They’re among the most durable artefacts our culture has produced. I’ve come to see them as modern dolmens. They will persist long after any meaning attached to them has dissipated.
They’ll still stand in thousands of years time, commemorating both our presence and our unknowability. Every time I pass them I take another picture and lose myself in that deep future.
Well, another day, another blog – and, between the jetlag and the new job, I’m completely shattered just now, hence the lack of hot posting action. So, a favourite Hopper fuelled picture from the recent trip, of New York morning light and someone crossing the road. Taken at about 9am, the sun blazing down the canyon roads…