A million things have happened since I last blogged. But I promised to post all the other American dérives, so here they are. This is Seattle.
Under the Bridge.
Bout of MJH?
Red Right Hand.
The Back Door.
Preview: Gasworks Park.
The Regional Assembly of Text.
Tiny bedroom hanging from a tree.
Not so sure about this one.
Roses. Names. (Shakespeare included.)
Light / City.
Transcendence / Immanence.
Structure of the world.
Thirsty metal monsters.
Maps don’t work. (Lost Lagoon.)
Lost in the Garden.
Danger. (Paradigm Shift Ahead.)
The Future. (feat. Ironing Board Building)
The Land on Four Stilts. (Canadian edition)
Ballardian Postcard. (& cormorants!)
Sweet Sorrow Lounge.
Shop Sign (Front).
Shop Sign (Back).
End of the Show.
The Cemetery of White Goods.
Car park. (Seriously, could this get any more Tarkovskian?)
TV programme: Ton, Steine, Scherben.
Home. (“Don’t show Werner Herzog!” – my brother)
Out into the Zone. (Futuristic juxtaposition on the horizon.)
Stairway (to Enlightenment).
(My brother calls this) Juggernaut.
(No, seriously: “Leber Aufstrich”.)
One poppy. (My brother says: a visual haiku.)
Exercises in Escapism.
MUTATED FUCK THE SYSTEM.
“Between us stood, as if on watch, / The stratified and solid water.”
Contact. (Content & meaning still under debate.)
This must house the Wishing Room.
On the way back: bonus Mononoke boars.