georgeharrisphoto islands series


poetics and evidence

"Where the devil was everyone? God...some kind of psychosis. Nervously, Maitland pivoted on the crutch. He hobbled across the charred earth, trying to find a single tenant of this abandoned landscape. Had a world war broken out overnight? Perhaps the source of a virulent plague had been identified in centrel London. During the night, as he lay asleep in the burnt out car, an immense silent exodus had left him alone in the deserted city." JG Ballard - 'Concrete Island' (1973), pg.59


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