Cicerone's Journeys: Ten

Cicrone says that history is melting and geography has liquefied. The only thing he can be sure of is that he is no longer sure of anything. No constants, but interpretation, narrative. The analytic becomes subsumed into a poetics of spatial relations. Have you heard the news, have you really heard the news? The constructed event, dramatised for the world stage, stage managed, promoted and marketed as the revenge of the real, a space-bomb hurled into the fabric of time. Managed time, boundaried time, time shared and traded on a futures market that is past caring.