Without caption #036

City Sickness – 507

Self-portrait CXXXIV

Take Me Somewhere Nice

Ghosts in the photograph never lie’d to me
I’d be all of that
I’d be all of that
A false memory
Would be everything
A denial my eliminent
What was that for?
What was that for?
What would you do if you saw spaceships over Glasgow?
Would you fear them?
Every aircraft
Every camera
Is a wish that wasn’t granted
What was that for?
What was that for?
Try to be bad
Try to be bad
_ Mogwai [Take Me Somewhere Nice] _

Image info:
“Take Me Somewhere Nice”
“Armadillo” Theatre by Arch. Norman Foster & Partners
Glasgow, Scotland, 2006
© Massimo S. Volonté

The footprints of an extinct creature


…I looked at him, and I looked about the disorderly traces in the mud, and I thought of the drops of rain and the footprints of an extinct creature, hoary ages upon ages old, that geologists have identified on the face of a cliff; and this speculation came over me: If this mud could petrify at this moment, and could lie concealed here for ten thounsand years, I wonder whether the race of men then to be our successors on the Earth could, from these or any marks, by the utmost force of the human intellect, unassisted by tradition, deduce such an astounding inference as the existence of a polished state of society that bore with the public savagery of neglected children in the streets of its capital city, and was proud of its power by sea and land, and never used its power to seize and save them!
_ Charles Dickens [from “Night walks”, “On an amateur beat” excerpt] _

Image info:
“The footprints of an extinct creature”
Planet Earth, May 2019
© Massimo S. Volonté

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