Alienation, Elitism & Lived-Art in The Midnight Meat Train | Part 2

THE KEEPERS OF OUTER DARK Interspliced with Leon's break from society and descent into the heart of the city, are numerous sequences featuring the subway killer, a man who is referred to only as Mahogany. Mahogany, unlike many contemporary horror film antagonists, is not a raving lunatic, rather, he is restrained, dutiful and immaculate, keeping… Continue reading Alienation, Elitism & Lived-Art in The Midnight Meat Train | Part 2

On The Prospects of Inverse Arcology [PDF]

Below is a free, downloadable PDF version of the paper, On The Prospects of Inverse Arcology. You can find more of our papers available as free PDFs on our 'archives' page. Inverse Arcology  

On The Prospects of Inverse Arcology

The object is eternal, only the subject dies. ◊ Introduction Who is this brain-dead worm, this mad cadaver, this "modern" American architect? Not nearly modern enough, his works swim amidst a phantasmal tide and lags behind decades, or, if he or she wishes to showcase their cultural acumen, centuries! How little has changed since the… Continue reading On The Prospects of Inverse Arcology

The Iron Garden: Part.12

Campaign Angela Vikander stood anxiously upon the balcony of her expansive highrise, overlooking the main thoroughfares of the city. She wanted a cigarette badly but had decided to quit, a move to improve her image; it had been Erlen's idea. Vikander cursed her campaign manager under her breath. Damn him. Why the hell do I… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.12

The Iron Garden: Part.11

The knock came late at night, sharp and sudden as the deluge that followed it. Skies loosed their astral tears upon the tumble-down motel as Afua stirred and wrapped her aged bones in a tattered shawl. “Who is it?” Kojo rasped from the bed adjacent her own. “I don't know.” “Well go and see, woman.”… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.11

The Iron Garden: Part.10

* Kojo sipped whiskey out of a mason jar and then stubbed out his cigarette in a small, tin peach can as the fan whirred about his head, fanning the air and a mechanical waspish whirring out into the cloister of the old, decaying motel. The inn straddled the intersection of The Tombs and the… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.10

The Iron Garden: Part.9

Hunter The tenement was tumble down and filthy, located in the decaying heart of the slums which its denizens had unceremoniously dubbed, The Tombs, and was covered over with discarded papers and the remnants of the rain. The man who stood before the door was thankful for the rain; it washed away the filth and… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.9