Festival del Centro Historico, DF. Bruce Sterling, Chris Priest & MJH at the Templo Mayor.
Photo: Chris Nakashima-Brown.
Filed under pictures
Tagged as science fiction, travel
Actually, I think the hat suits you.
No, the light looks wonderful, almost edible: is this way above sea level, or just taken on a clear day?
Is it the guy in the sharp suit, way in the distance? The one making a phone call to his accountant about stock liquidity.
That’ll be him.
what I like is the mouth agape, I’m-a-tourist look–its good to be like that. You know, sans stock liquidity.
I’m certainly sans that. Come to think of it, I’m actually sans stock.
I enjoyed the ruins–especially the Victorian sewer-pipe driven through them–enough to go round them twice. There were some strange little islands of life between the excavations, grassy slots full of seedheads & finches, where things were just getting on with being themselves away from all that deafening semiosis from a dead–& as far as I can see mad–civilisation.
The layered structure reminded me of the Chernobyl sarcophagus. An out-of-control cultural engine that had to be walled-in.
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