a short film about
heathrow, of all places.
Summer 2016
there was a cursory pavement.
each plane the culmination of such time and money and effort and historical chancelike shooting stars, like anything marvellous
every product some perverted apex of human endeavour
I slink past, trivial
I slink past, trivial
There must be another list somewhere of the people who have flown Concorde, that false, fast, dawn, a flash remembered only on this obscure history board, noticed by no-one
Simple pleasures, to watch aircraft land and take off
Simple pleasures, to watch aircraft land and take off
in a trap increasingly demanding and endless.
on the orbital around it, this mini-M25, I had a sense of its zone of influence, the dozens of satellite industries
and I can no longer tell what is strange
and I can no longer tell what is strange
the busses chasing the planes like safari
Maybe these were just signs, I’m not so sure
bc & kt