The Unilever Series: Dominique Gonzales Foerster - TH.2058


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Visiting the Tate
By David Bausor

“Attention, Class of 2058!” Zhen, seated in the back row, watched the heads turn towards the sound of the teacher’s voice.  The teacher adjusted her brand-new regulation outfit again.  She had been trying to make it sit comfortably for most of the trip. “Soon we are visiting London’s famous Tate Modern Art Gallery.” An appreciative murmur rippled through [...]
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Londinium Requiem
By Jacqueline Danziger-Russell

The snow fell But who was there to say Anything about it; anything at all A rook cackled, inspected the ground, hoping The snow fell softly on Bone Hill And all was quiet; silent No one there to tell O, Jerusalem Your green and pleasant land now gone Covered by stone Relegated to dark, green garden corners Covered by mud and a drift of white All that [...]
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Walking in Times Square
By Benjamin Wolf Telushkin

Quickness is a normality. He did not feel that way in the drunken state he was in. The few people on the street looked unreal yet familiar. Time Square was populated by people who took in an interest in the actual “closeness” of something. As if that were vital to ones perspective. He, however, was only [...]
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Seed Culture
By Matt Trainer

I looked out through the smeared windows of the Bexley charging station on the A2, waiting for my car to chime. Less than an hour from Victoria and the battery had packed in again. More than ninety consecutive days of rain – the most since records began, the screens were saying – had left the landscape [...]
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By Anisa Sarah Hawes

(fragment) I dreamt of a Catherine-wheel inside an aeroplane. I could see it in the sky, in the arc of open (above the tracks and the footbridge) from where I was sitting on the platform at the station. I watched the kite-tails, ribbons, flicking and curling and spinning around the planes’ round body in screams [...]
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A Valentine At Waterloo Is Worth Two Dutchmen In The French
By Salena Godden

Directly I came into The French House I could see the poor sod had been sitting there crying about it. I had to keep my head and if I ran straight over he might’ve started blubbing all over again, so I nodded over to him and stood at the bar and ordered a bottle of black [...]
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The Tropics
By Max Pemble

The water is warm.  I close my eyes and I imagine the tropics.  The tropics in springtime, when the ocean is filled with the sounds of the young: exploring, learning, feeding and growing.  The sunlight drifts through and it warms and massages my skin.  When I go up to take a breath the air tastes sweet [...]
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By Stuart Peel

“Peter…”, Michael tried to sound helpful, “What !”, Peter turned round slowly, and glared down the ladder, “Erm…”, Michael arranged his features sympathetically and remembered yesterday’s tantrum, “…well I think that maybe…”, he paused as his courage deserted him, “What !!”, Peter narrowed his eyes and took a step back down the ladder, “It’s just a tad…”, he put his [...]
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The dealer’s daughter
By Amy Gould

Ella is my best hatch. I plait her white blonde hair in junior assembly, and morning break she whispers in my ear. I love her best for her PowerGirl play castle and her pink fluffy Google pen. And when she says ‘I love you, bee’, and I reply,‘I love you bee hatch.’ Ella’s also my girlfriend, [...]
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By John Soanes

The noises woke me again last night. It’s become a kind of etiquette thing, we all pretend not to be able to hear the sounds of people having sex, and so we all act as if we’re still asleep. Perhaps pull the blanket up a little higher, turn over in the bed or make some indistinct [...]
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By Melissa Mann

You stand in front of the class knowing this thing you’ll do will happen soon. If you’d known it would come to this when you started teaching in 2036, you would have stopped while you still had the chance. But that was over twenty years ago and you are where you are; now it feels [...]

By Mark Giacomin

A gradual atavism held London in thrall. Relentless downpours and rising water levels had led to monolithic aluminum rigidams fencing in the Thames. A once mighty river eddied pitifully, tapping the barriers like an apologetic asylum seeker. A glut of flat-packed messiahs ranted at Speakers’ Corner. People flocked to hear the gilded tongues of mendicants. When [...]
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The Deluge
By Susie Bright

20.05.2058  I remember back in Thirty Nine all the campaigning and competitions to save one building. Each Capitol City was given the chance to save one special building. Somewhere to retreat to, grow food in the Hydroponics Galleries, somewhere to watch the rain. The endless deluge. London voted for Tate Modern. The Artists won. And the [...]
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By racineux david

  I am living in front of the ocean, I don’t know which one, only “the ocean”. I am living near the river. I am living and everyday, it’s rainning. Everyday I look for the ocean, for the line formed between sky and sea, and for hour I don’t know what’s happend somewhere else, and I don’t care. From the moment of my [...]
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By Anthony Scott

Since the Second Barrier had failed a month ago, the bodies washed up against the sandbags at every high tide, the flotsam of Tilbury and Gravesend. The Third and Fourth Barriers didn’t justify their names only channelling the run-off into Essex and Kent. As for the original, it might keep the occasional eel from squirming [...]
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Popular Politics
By Oliver O'Sullivan

Eachvigorous line of his election rally home-coming speech was punctuated by vocal chord-straining screams and red-palmed applause. People had traveled far and wide to see him tall above his pulpit, to see his engine room eyes and pianist’s hands playing the air as if puppeteered by ethereal strings. The mantra of his chanted name swirled into [...]
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Time Enough
By Oliver Jones

“It’s about time I stopped and stretched my legs” I thought with a synchronised yawn and a glance out of the window. Light rain, funny, all I could see were blue skies; they dragged me to the door drunkenly shoving a mobile around my neck. At that very moment the notion hit me, for that brief moment my lung expands [...]
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158 Days
By Rachel Stevenson

158 days, that’s how long it’s been. 158 days, at least according to the Royal Meteorological Office and we have no reason to doubt them – their minute by minute 100% accurate weather predictions are appreciated by all. Today we’ll have rain, sleet, 90% humidity, cloud, hail and, at 18:17, a heat-storm. All of these [...]
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By Rob Dysaut

Fat drops of wet splash upon my naked eyes. This is because my head is tilted back as far as it can go. My throat exposed like a ready sacrifice: it’s not a comfortable sensation and an ache has coalesced in the base of my neck and is steadily creeping down my spine. Presumably this [...]
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Musings of a Stargazer
By Fiona MacDonald

Ink’s favourite hobby is stargazing.  She sits at her telescope night after night and stares up at the stars and the planets, and at the lights that flitter between them, moments of sparkling intensity where people live their lives and await that moment of arrival when they can finally see their dreams coalesce into reality.   They’re all up there, [...]
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Out of Oppression Emerges a Unified People
By Nigel Envarli Crowe

When I awake, there is a shining floor far below. I am suspended over a distant sea of concrete. I lurch and a tide of queasy fever sweeps through me.   A crane lifts a person up to my level. He is naked and unmoving, face down in a slanted, standing position. A tiny penis waggles in [...]
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The Summer Triangle
By Chrissie Gittins

Gaby timed her breakfast boiled egg to the aeroplanes flying overhead – one minute, two minutes, three minutes. It was always exactly right, an ochre yolk and a slippery white, free-range level 6 – she wouldn’t buy anything less. She switched on the news out of habit. “The headlines for this Monday morning at seven [...]
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A Conceptual Piece
By Dave Early

This one’s by that Stuart Treadle chappy. Y’know, the bloke off that reality-cum-interactive TV thingy. He won it the other year, I think. A substantial victory to be sure. I don’t watch that stuff, myself. But I hear it’s very popular. People try to justify their interest in it. And so they should. But there [...]
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The Present
By Dave Early

The throng pulsed. Filthy soles parading through his living room. But he did not mind. He was used to it. And understood their urgency, their joy, their anxiety, their stress, anger and excitement. They left him alone to make his preparations and in turn he allowed them free passage. A few glances askance and the [...]
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By Mary Braithwaite

‘Dear little lamb prancing in meadows we think you’re a pet so sweet and so gentle. Dear little lamb so white and woven we want your leg to roast in our oven.’ The planet looks blue and green and scattered around like a beautiful embroidery are the lovely animals. Against the green fields are the white of sheep, the darker colours of horses [...]