An elegy to the hidden megalopolis

Iain Sinclair says goodbye to London, the city that inspired countless psychogeographical drifts of his – and translated into masterpieces of meta-narratives on the traces that do not get a place in the grand narrative. Now that the grand narrative seems to engulf everything and everyone into cloud entertainment, fear, overexposure and financial abstraction, the time seems right for a dignified farewell.
I had the good fortune of coordinating a workshop with him and artist Renchi Bicknell, back in 2001 at the Royal College of Art; I remember a shared sense of possibility that has meanwhile seemed to dry out. And yet, his work remains, and even his farewell is  somehow a glimpse of possible adventures.
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