"The central evil, in Sinclair's view, is the vast Westfield shopping mall planned for the site. This is the actual legacy, a double for its West London equivalent. Sinclair explores the original with appreciative loathing: this, we see, is where history really ends, in a timeless retain interior which is only in the most strictly formal sense a place. Money has established its own supreme teleology: we are simply a means of transferring it from one account to the other." Sean O' Brien, Times Literary Supplement
Lying on the sofa in a University of Greenwich hoodie that doesn’t fit, under a blanket, with the heating on. The album that is playing stops and I pull up the hood, turn into the sofa and try to sleep. It is the middle of the day.
I'm not moved. Or at least, I am moved, yes, I am moved, but I sit still and watch you move instead of moving myself. There's a gentle curve to parts of you, savage hills here and steep drops elsewhere. The television is quiet and almost mute and I'm not really here, I think, this isn't me. You shift on the bed. I move a glass of wine an inch either way and I think for a long time of the shifting things that make up a set of circumstances. What's clear is this: the sun has gone down and I have had too much to drink. The sun has gone down and you have had too much to drink, too. I move the wine stem again and stand up and walk to the bathroom and when I see myself in the mirror I can't really recognize the constellation of urges and counter-urges that have led to this point in time. I would hope that I am not dull, but sometimes it feels that to be this far into the process of breaking down the process, I have to be, to some extent. My mouth is dry and caked with the remnants of this day's dinner and last night's excess. I am back on the bed and then I stand up, slightly woozy, realising that in general, to deny myself isn't useful, but it might be sensible. I go back into the bathroom and brush my teeth, each spiral of the brush reminding me that tomorrow I will do the same thing again, twice.