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Extract from chapter III- Weeping Marble

Some years from now (or ago), it must have been a couple of thousand kilometres away from here, somewhere between the 20th and 30th Northern latitude, seventy four degrees East of the prime meridian, in a land of millions of human-animal like deities and bewildering myths and a murky river named Ganges whose guts are very rarely seen… On an ‘altar’; I remember a gargantuan piece of petrified rough edged block slowly being eaten away by this giant disc. The machine worked in a precise rhythm producing a pulsating ostinato as to accent the importance of the cut line while sounds of grinding transcended to my ears into a psalm celebrating the ritual.

Published in Design Ecologies Volume 4 Numbers 1&2