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I used to live round the corner from Leytonstone Underground station, in Hitchcock’s birthplace, where the subways are lined with 17 mosaics of his life and films.

There’s different ways to relate to museums. Before i learned better, i used to try to look at every object in a museum at least once. Later i would only pick a handful out & spend fifteen or twenty minutes before passing any sort of judgment (while skipping everything else). Now there are a couple of paintings in the museums in the city where i live, that are old friends; i visit them whenever i can, & tell them my troubles.

Obelisk of Grixis, from Reuters.

"An increasing incidence of extreme weather events

We watched the charts all week
as the old hurricane's great lash
curled back across the ocean, not weakening
until we saw Bristol in its path.

The police told us to leave
for the nowhere we had to go
in the nothing we had to get there.
They would take the gloves off for looters.

Abandoned people are always crazy
like a fool who squares up to a storm.
Crazy like us, on the roofs of Easton
waving at the news helicopter

as the studio repeats the warnings
we were apparently ignoring
when we walked onto the M32
in a world already shaking and tearing

for a woman desperate to pass her child
into the mystery of a stranger's car
which was crammed to the corners
with the old necessities of home."

—Tom Sastry, Life Expectancy Begins to Fall (2025)

I do think our ideologies are rather like termite towers.