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  • 3 weeks ago | thequietus.com | Luke Turner |Darran Anderson

    What will life be like in 1000 years? Will humans still exist? Will there be a recognisable London? Such are the idle thoughts that flow to mind as I stand on Trinity Buoy Wharf, downriver from the City, upriver from the Thames Barrier. It’s hard to visualise how much can and will change in such a span of time. 1000 years ago, this harbour landscape was primarily marshland, with what locals there were fixated on the threat of Viking attacks, portentous comets, Messianic returns and the end of days.

  • 3 weeks ago | thequietus.com | Luke Turner |Darran Anderson

    What will life be like in 1000 years? Will humans still exist? Will there be a recognisable London? Such are the idle thoughts that flow to mind as I stand on Trinity Buoy Wharf, downriver from the City, upriver from the Thames Barrier. It’s hard to visualise how much can and will change in such a span of time. 1000 years ago, this harbour landscape was primarily marshland, with what locals there were fixated on the threat of Viking attacks, portentous comets, Messianic returns and the end of days.

  • 1 month ago | thequietus.com | John Doran |Darran Anderson

    Three Album Run is a new series on tQ where we explore the best unbroken run of LPs in different genres. This month we open with krautrock but if you want to suggest a genre for a future essay please email [email protected] under the heading Three Album Run. The full rules are at the foot of this feature. All cities are strange, in different ways and extents. Cologne is a place of time slippages.

  • 2 months ago | thequietus.com | Noel Gardner |John Doran |Darran Anderson

    Britain’s only desert. Steam from a train passing by. A nuclear power station dissolving in the mist. The lighthouses, vast sentinels. Maritime objects, scattered. A ship graveyard. The shingle tumbles underfoot towards the shoreline. It would be actual suicide to swim. You thought you knew the sea but it is moving like you’ve never seen before, sideways, violent, completely deranged. Sea deities are often the gods of sunken treasures.

  • Dec 31, 2024 | city-journal.org | Darran Anderson

    A solitary icon hung in Anna Akhmatova’s Leningrad apartment, the story goes—a portrait of her younger self sketched in Paris, decades earlier, by Amedeo Modigliani. In more than a dozen studies, the starving artist had drawn her as if she were a sensual figure in ancient hieroglyphs. The other portraits had vanished, lost during the tempestuous year of the Russian Revolution. Other than the barest of furniture, little else adorned her flat. She was there, alone, when the bombs began to fall.

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