Resistance begins underground and explodes from a standing start, Johnny’s in the basement, the B of the BANG. In every eye blink heartbreak beat the skyline shifts, the city reconfigures, the horizon fractures, sunny canyons are cast in shadow. Simple life, living, chores are changed. We can never return to those places again. The roads are closed. From the tow path, below the gape of the car park, a glass bottle glints in the canal, a fissure of light in the darkening water: a message from the futures, a flickering reflection… nothing to decipher, nothing to decode, there is nothing but disruption of the data, lines of flight erratic and bold, beneath the oily surface the water runs fast and slow, fast and slow, nowhere but now to go.
Wednesday 30th March 2016