Friday, April 06, 2018

'38 Rue Utopia ~ Ep.1

Compass, phones and GPS
Have all produced the same address
~ Wire ‘Sonic Lens’ 2017

Lucas van Valkanborch ~ View of Antwerp with the Frozen Schelde

“Ghosts! Ghosts! Ghosts!” chant the kids as they run the perimeter.
They arrived three days ago in a dry cloud of unforgiving; all amnesia and dead culture, to station themselves on the perimeter of the Clave with eye sockets empty and hearts full of dust, retaining just enough sense of self-preservation not to touch the fence.
Daniel chose to ignore them, believing that they only gain substance by attention; he warned the kids to stay away and upped the voltage on the fence.
For Daniel, survival is not an exact science but a science in itself.
And science is the Clave’s only protection since the Shaman’s disappearance; her departure leaving the Clave without any fetish protection other than the old man’s teeth which gleam gun-metal and gold in the Commons, displayed in the glass case littered with Ellie’s fingerprints. She always said the teeth were in bad taste, and that the old man had been a fraud, and in her capacity as witch/doctor, is entitled to voice her opinions however she sees fit.
Daniel has always been happy to defer to her on matters of taste, a fact forgiven by the other males on account of his relationship with the mad woman. However, when it comes to man things he is less accommodating and in the early days he lost a few teeth for overstepping boundaries.
The kids love to be scared by the hairy-faced, gap-toothed and wide-eyed grin he employs to amuse them when their fingers nip at the hem of his coat calling “Goat! Goat! Goat!”




Wire
Sonic Lens

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