blazing heat, and a hazy chemical sky hanging thick above the polluted streets and tower-blocks of the slowly decaying financial district… hiss-tracts of merciless static issue from abandoned radio-sets; film-reels project glory days of hostile takeovers. high-yield fantasies of the money boys, wallowing in their own grim filth…
an image track of an M1 tank, rolling slowly into aleppo… a series of blurry 35mm shots blown-up across a bombed-out mall; all broken glass, twisted steel and melted plastic… a match-head ignites at one thousand frames per second; flames begin to writhe and crawl diagonally across the page…
unfolding complexities of the intersection geometry… angles contorting and changing, slow polaroid exposures framing reinforced concrete in ascending layers… we set up a two-day camp on the roof of a five-storey tower block overlooking a burnt-out hospital… poisoned flask-water and exploding flashbulbs…
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