Like cattle to the gods are we -- placid, balky, and blissfully unaware of our purpose. Save for the time traveler Amanda Nelson. She broke through, into the superchronic plane where our owners dwell.
"Why, Bossie! What are you doing on this side of the fence?"
You can tell this is nearing its final form by the care I take with my handwriting.
"What is the Nature of the Catastrophe?"
The Unilever Series: TH 2058
by Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster
The Tate Modern, 10/14/08 - 4/13/09
"It rains incessantly in London," the artist writes in the show's explanatory notes -- "not a day, not an hour without rain, a deluge that has lasted for years and changed the way people travel, their clothes, leisure activities, imagination, and devices. They dream about infinitely dry deserts." An impeccably science fictional opening to an installation whose inspiration was SF. The Tate Modern, in London, is a
The opening to a review of an art installation I saw in London. It was later published in the New York Review of Science Fiction.