That sculpture of falling people in the Custard Factory’s new building Zellig is pretty impressive, so here’s a little about it.
There is a malaise that strikes deep.
It is felt in the heart of Babylon.
The blessed have forgotten their names
Whilst following the hunger to fill the void.
The immediate lost, eclipsed by ambitions which delude
with promises that can never be fulfilled.
A maelstrom of distraction
that stands proxy for reality,
never quite masking that nagging feeling
that something is not quite right.
And still we dream and still we fall and
still we behave like gods…while Rome burns.