“A kind of self-destroying postcard world of failed immortality and oppressive grandeur”
“ruins in reverse”
“I am convinced that the future is lost somewhere in the dumps of the non-historical past; it is in yesterday’s newspapers, in the jejune advertisements of science-fiction movies, in the false mirror of our rejected dreams. Time turns metaphors into things, and stacks them up in cold rooms, or places them in the celestial playgrounds of the suburbs.”
-Robert Smithson, The Monuments of Passaic
I. Imminent collapse of convenience. We have collectively chosen to do nothing about looming environmental catastrophe. The end is also a beginning; maybe we’ll do better next time around. The postal service delivered mail before electronic communication; they will continue to do so after its collapse. Take a card and let your friends and family know you’re okay.
II. Nuclear waste from the Manhattan Project is contaminating North Saint Louis County and the water supply of Saint Louis City. Coldwater Creek flows northeast into the Missouri River, which in turn flows into the Mississippi. The red-orange dots represent illnesses consistent with long-term low-level radiation exposure. Update: A subterranean fire is burning a few hundred yards from West Lake Landfill, where nuclear waste was illegally dumped in 1973. We’re not quite sure what will happen when the two meet.
III and IV. Had we not contaminated soil with industry and war waste, urban foraging could be a viable solution to Saint Louis’ food-desert crisis. Will probably become more popular as resources become scarce nonetheless. Lambsquarters are sold as “wild-foraged” edibles in upscale restaurants and are prominent denizens of vacant lots throughout the city. Take some home with you in a Bur Oak acorn cap. These ones are safe.