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Tonight there is a desert sky and the road becomes a river. Leaves and litter along the pavement seem to swirl and eddy at its banks, yellow gingko leaves gather on the swell.
A walking essay following nature into spaces of decay in North and East Manchester
On a slow, silent descent to the seabed whale-fall withered and fed, pulsated and grew.
Imagining the city’s most fantastic plans and historical buildings all coming together to form the Chicago-like Cottonopolis.
The Piccadilly Hotel and the 60s utopia it designed itself around
An obituary of a town rather than a person. The loss of a childhood town.
Tonight there is a desert sky and the road becomes a river. Leaves and litter along the pavement seem to swirl and eddy at its banks, yellow gingko leaves gather on the swell.