geometry of a mid-town intersection no.3

sepia image tracks bleeding out across a blast-wall frame… white-noise and static over the field radio… impossible hymns in diseased throats echoing out along shattered glass corridors, down polluted streets; climbing above tower-blocks looming over the slowly decaying industrial district… a match-head ignites at one thousand frames per second…

dismal gloom, and a hazy chemical sky hanging thick above the geometry of a mid-town intersection… a drone camera circles the scene, detailing the unfolding complexities… merciless falsehoods of the tabloid news press spilling over into a storm-drain… a series of blurry 35mm shots blown-up across a bombed-out mall; misery and starvation…

vagaries of the street-corner architecture, complex measurements amidst the fractured landscape snap-shot. slow polaroid exposures framing burnt-out bodegas and cop cars… grid networks undulating, intertwining; steadily burning across the map. we set up camp on the roof of an abandoned police precinct overlooking an empty parking lot…

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geometry of a mid-town intersection no.2

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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research outpost dissonance no.4

distorted outpost transmissions coming in… malignant sound-forms moaning through a white-noise-side-chain frenzy… grim rattlings within the submerged silos, whisperings along silent bunker corridors… piss and blood congeal in the outpost gutters…emergency protocol manual pages unbound and burning…

upon the stale static air drift thick psychotropic dream-states… dust-storms lash the surface, tempestuous skies; cable-cracklings of the radio towers… idiot hands of the radioactive boys grapple at the core melt reality… dead eyes staring into the pit… fever dream in the microbial-virus factory… razor-blade girls slice product in the fluorescent night…

despair-surrender, terror superb… from isolated outposts come dissonant scream oscillations… discarded tools… decoded damaged DNA… the rusting blown-out guts of morbid-industry… ghosts talking in tongues over the portable field-sets… fear of outside, fear within… thunderstorms loom above the drained lake as the darkness debases; devours…

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