Posthuman Blues

I have an implacable nostalgia for urban decay, derelict architecture, ideas quick-frozen in bleached anonymous concrete, the echo of unheard fountains in emptied shopping malls, expanses of forbidden parking lots, rusted and unusable fire-escapes mounted to the sides of weathered, defeated buildings, solemn ranks of archaic grain silos and smoke stacks hovering like pale, listless fingers over forgotten horizons, paralyzed escalators, the demeaning glow of fluorescent lamps, institutional tile offseat by time-beaten steel and peeling vinyl...