Stephen McGannNothing of my past stays vertical. My childhood neighbourhood - my old school - reduced to rubble and replaced with something else that faded faster. I've watched prefabricated estates rise and die in the time it took for puberty to scar my face and ruin my grades. The constant rubble-making has given my life the feel of the cartoon train escapee, hurriedly laying new tracks in front of a speeding train locomotive as the old tracks disintegrate. The forced smile of interesting times.
Cathie Lloyd@StephenMcGann it’s accelerated too. In 1990 something I went to use a very atmospheric university library I last used in the 60s. Everything was the same. Within ten years the library had moved to a new building which had a completely different vibe, could have been anywhere.