But Iain Sinclair is a writer I ought to explore more, if anyone is familiar with his work. He seems to appreciate, or at least, delve deeper into the meaning behind the history of localities. During his lifetime he seems to have gathered reels and reels of footage of London, East London in particular.
My girlfriend and I took a car along the South coast of Iceland, finding all the things you would imagine to find in the countryside here. I found a shed by the side of the road, which came with its own national heritage description, informing the reader that it used to keep milk cold when the weather was sunny. We ran up the mountains and stared at the glaciers, and at the glacial lakes beneath, listening to the ice tear and break, rubbing mournfully like the tragic sounds James Cameron played his audience as the Titanic sank. We slept in the car offroad on a loose track aimed at the black-sanded beach, the light had already gone and we had nothing to do but sit in the darkness and watch Freaks and Geeks on the laptop until the battery died.
Finished writing about my trip up Emeishan in the summer today. Hope you enjoy it, and please comment if you disagree with my reckless opinion of Chinese revenue streams.
Listening to Daniel Bjarnson