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My camera's having its sensor cleaned (at last), so I was left to wander the north on a perfectly cloudless day without a camera in hand. So it goes.

Meanwhile, Douglas Coupland sort-of interviews Morrissey, but ends up instead wondering whether an interview is still a valid concept. Or something. He gushes a bit about the new album, but perhaps that's to be expected.

Also in the Guardian, J.G. Ballard talks about Modernism :

Modernism's attempt to build a better world with the aid of science and technology now seems almost heroic. Bertolt Brecht, no fan of modernism, remarked that the mud, blood and carnage of the first world war trenches left its survivors longing for a future that resembled a white-tiled bathroom

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