Advanced, Global Capitalism has no memory, no sense of nostalgia, no concern for the patina on things, the traces of presence over generations. Nowhere is this more visible than in cities, where all the old, vacant garment factories and bakeries and tenements are long gone, replaced by glittering high rises.
Metropole is Lewis Bush’s dirge against this incessant growth, a lament for all the lost spaces.
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