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..the sea had frozen overnight, but only around his car. He had been given a brush and no further instructions. By noon, he had cleared almost a square metre of the universe… At least, that’s what it looked like. The full section is here: Streetward

To me, those strangers, given faces again through the work of Heather Dewey-Hagborg, looked, hanging silently on the wall, less like portraits than death masks — God bless their very-much-living anonymous owners. In the next hall, entirely innocent of all this genetic necromancy, there was a traffic light. From where I stood, its beam crossed…

The green has aged with the locomotive. The orange turns up again on the men who keep it moving. This was shot on a branch of the Bologoye–Polotsk railway, a historic line still in use today. Many stations along it are partly or completely abandoned, yet some have survived almost untouched — old buildings, signs…

This is where The Human Measure began — long before the section had a name, before the Protagoras line anchored it. Just a handful of tiny yellow-clad figures on an observation platform, dwarfed by the falls. It used to live in my notes as Маленькие человечки — little yellow people, little yellow staffage. The thought…