Rushdie’s Docklands

[after Salman Rushdie]

There are no docks in Docklands, skyscrapers having sprouted out of the concrete like giant weeds, or, let’s say, like tombstones marking the sites where the torn corpse of the old city lay — down there, upper-echelon executives; and, look above, tufts of anguished hair, torn from senior heads, wafting down from high-level windows.

Image: James Mogie


Image: James Mogie, 2011

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