The Unilever Series: Dominique Gonzales Foerster - TH.2058


Entries for January 2009

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 [...]

Sunset in 2058
By Emma Allwood

The glowing wound of golden sun bleeds into the evening as the city of London slowly turns away from it. The sky is a soft pink, streaked with burning amber as the last light of the summer day fades. Total silence befalls every house, every street. The grey, crumbling dome of the once great cathedral [...]
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Bios Online
By Arri Kafoor

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Today’s houses
By Nele

Today is built on the ruins of yesterday, and tomorrow will be built on the ruins of today. But on which ruins did we start building today’s houses? On those left by the financial crisis about fifty years ago when the whole planet sank into a deep depression – not only our economies but also our hearts [...]
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A Question Of Sport
By Mark Eastwood

On the day Mallick became the first Real-Life Person to be sued by his own Avatar, he awoke to discover an unfamiliar city beyond his window, and looming on the skyline, a giant projected-image of Sue Barker shaking with laughter. Still lost in the fug of sleep, it took him a few moments to realise his VistaVision must be on the [...]
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Cremation dust
By Derek Bates

Anton turned the pages of Virginia Woolf’s ‘Jacob’s Room’.The pages crackled in the dry heat of his living quarters. The book, one of many 20th Century novels he had read, was so fixed in his mind, because of the compulsory memory enhancing drugs he took that he had only to look at the first word [...]
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By Peter Davidson

Forty-seven years since the Games, the remains of Parliament lie forlornly across the river. The shattered windows stare uncomprehendingly at the great London Eye now lying half-submerged in the Thames like some giant discarded bicycle wheel. It’s dusk, and London lies sullen before me. I breathe the smell of wood-smoke and coal and try and remember tourists, congestion and [...]
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Children of the Blue Flower
By Patsy Collins

The food, water all gone now. Time to leave hiding place, find more. I’m alive. After all that’s happened, I’m alive. Don’t know time, day, month. Guess February. Know year. 2058. Two things I know;  must learn more. I’m Child of the Blue Flower; trained to natural world. Care for creatures, protect plants. Must find Prophecies. [...]
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By Linfasonora

In*visible is a fascination, a chance to think and then dream. It is a soft, emotional architecture. In*visible is an imaginative experiment, which consists in switching from visible to invisible through a conceptual breathe. It is an architecture that seems to appear from the void, made of tiny items of material. Only quantity and proximity render [...]