They're aware that, what is out there, has got away with something. What is out there is capitalism, the latest form of capitulation, whatever you call it. The whole thing feels ordinary and grossly engorged in some kind of obscure libido. Feeling of it being ordinary peels away in glimpsing even a tiny part of a gigantic behind the scenes infrastructure. Peels away even more when the everyday glam, the world of tower blocks, department stores, software devices is destroyed by an awareness of its sweatshops and reality blocking addictions. They've been watching the BBC adaptations of MR James' ghost stories with the soundtrack off, and with Brian Eno's album On Land playing instead. The abstract spaces of sky and land with a single figure in the middle distance, an incursion from the unknown, the music evoking Suffolk spaces of calm serving attachment, an attachment of delirium.

Mark Fisher & Justin Barton -- On Vanishing Land. Flatlines (2019)

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