The Unilever Series: Dominique Gonzales Foerster - TH.2058


Posts Tagged 'rain'

By Karen

I meet Henk off the plane. We’ve been speaking by email but I’m disappointed to meet him in person. He’s he’s older than I hoped. He won’t make a good photograph, too plain. I was hoping for khaki shorts and a hat of some kind, but he’s in jeans. “A bit wet out there today I’m afraid.” he says. [...]
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Painting is Pure Idiocy: or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Tate
By Lee Sullivan

“I don’t like ’em.” ranted Charlie. “What do you mean, why not?” I replied. “I just don’t like ’em” “What about the bloke who’s servin’ that soup, he was alright.” “Mate, it’s just the way I was brought up. From where I come from we just don’t like ’em, think about our tax and stuff that goes to em.” “Better [...]
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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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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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Precepts for the Atavist
By Evan Scott Bryson

A fuzz on the land, gauze gone sloppy and thick with scabs—only rain, filling every corner sodden, no basement safe, no treasured untouched by the stomach of eels loosed upon the neighborhood as the fens turned into lakes, and the lakes overcame the towns. The roads for bilge, and foul-smoking boats to ferry the last [...]
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The Family
By Bruce Stirling

  The crush of bodies seeking shelter down in Turbine Hall drove me up to the roof for air. That’s when I saw her. Just after midnight, a girl no more than twelve emerged from the rain and stood before The Family, a bronze sculpture overlooking the Thames. Making sure she was unobserved, she climbed onto [...]
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By Nigel Cox

  As Apollo bent over and prepared for his punishment he glanced up at the orang utangs perched on the London eye and the Dolphins bounding  playfully down the river in the warm November sunshine. The huge clock said London 2058 November 22  11 am, temperature 26 degrees centigrade.  Apollo didnt believe it – any of it.The first [...]
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By Jocose

Catherine stood a few feet away from the French windows, watching, absently, as the droplets of rain, raced down the glass, towards the swollen framework. She thought, what she always did at this point- So much for the window frames, that can cope withanythingmother nature, can throw at them! She glanced, automatically, at the edge of the [...]
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