Today's stop is different to the previous ones. In contrast to the others, today I am in a 'non place'. I am standing in front of what was my art school, of what was the Psalter Lane campus, but now it is just rubble. Is it possible to understand a city like this that changes so rapidly? Maybe the very essence of the city does not change. Like the stable and still eye of a hurricance.
Podden och tillhörande omslagsbild på den här sidan tillhör
Cornucopia Radio. Innehållet i podden är skapat av Cornucopia Radio och inte av,
eller tillsammans med, Poddtoppen.
