Site under deconstruction. Brickwork unpieced, foundations smashed
down. Patterns of fashion reduced, a consumer ruin, to earthen squares crossed
with bulldozer tracks, rubble mere blips on the surface. Leave the tabula rasa
to archaeologists, bomb disposal units. These full-stops find definition in the
rain. Site under construction. Defenceless land is fenced off, in weeks will be
hives of brickmen, or a skyscraper hole. Open space goes to rio, a horizontal-vertical
omniverse of grid. Completion date: next May. Only there’s roll-out, overheads,
downloads, weather. Fashion requires imported patterns. Hardhats show every day
but deadline races against skyline, the next big thing.
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