notes for a love story on the mica trail, port sudan, 2019
minor cash crop/ near langthwaite mashup, 2019
The instability of the place, seems to draw energy into its circuit. There is a sense, crossing the ground, that all of these historically disparate forces, some of them supposedly long discharged, still live here. This is no fanciful stab at a seaside psycho geography, no conjecture regarding occult intensities at work beneath the stones. It is simply to say that the territory, by virtue of its emptiness, has retained to a remarkable extent the remnants of past movements across its surface. It is impossible to walk this land without feeling oneself at the nexus of these energies: the slow edging of the settlement itself out toward the point; the fishing fleet's ancient slipways; the routes of at least three railway lines; the beams of several lighthouses, now destroyed; the sounds of their foghorns ... and so forth
- Brian Dillon on Dungeness
everyone drops to a low glassy-eyed manner of speech (found footage), 2016