Photos from a village, and other fragments...
The village: A coal bunker in a garden became redundant when the coal-fired boiler was replaced with an oil-fired system (no gas supply out in the sticks). It became a log store for a fireplace, but was again abandoned. Ivy is colonising the logs that remain. (Not pictured: a working shed had been used to store barrels of pesticide and other farm materiel for 20+ years, and has become more overgrown every year. See also: Tom Phillips's 20 Sites N Years.) Recently someone drove a car into the thatched well - it looks hurt:
Nihilist content from a recent spam:
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Miss Haversham in a crumbling Satis House, frozen, waiting. Likewise: Kane's last days in Xanadu, in Citizen Kane:
Alone in his never-finished, already decaying pleasure palace, aloof, seldom visited, never photographed, an emperor of new strength continued to direct his failing empire, varyingly attempted to sway as he once did the destinies of a nation that had ceased to listen to him, ceased to trust him. Then last week, as it must to all men, death came to Charles Foster Kane.
London Street names and signs: compromised, effaced, remembered (and links to other sites and books).
If London Were Like Venice (via ?): London turns into a Venetian lagoon after subsidence and flooding - the historic background material for a role-playing game. From Harmsworth's Magazine, August 1899, and foreshadows Ballard's The Drowned World and Ely's Journal of the Flood Year, among others. More turn-of-the-century catastrophe fiction: Forgotten Futures V - Goodbye Piccadilly.
The village: Grass growing over a tractor's caterpillar tracks, lichen staining the glasswork, and brambles in the cab:
Previous fragments:
- Fragments, quotations, unfinished sentences, amputated stumps of words
- The worlds are dust: Kolmanskop and Elizabeth Bay
- All the way was ruin: after London, Chernobyl, New York, civilisation
- The ruined control tower; a concrete labyrinth
- Eliot: I will show you fear in a handful of dust
- Mottled, warped, streaked and pockmarked silent archival footage
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