Neon, Necropolis, Silence

[squirmelia]

Neon

The queue for neon grew longer and longer as I watched from above. I yearned for neon; the sky was grey. A quick glimpse of brightness, of astounding green lights, was caught as the door briefly opened for someone else who had been drawn in, despite the wait.

Necropolis

I walked on, firstly around display boards filled with brightly coloured manga and then to the former location of the London Necropolis Station. An ordinary-looking lion-adorned building stood at 121 Westminster Bridge Road, but apparently it was used as a terminus station for the transportation of the dead.

Silence

The collection of silences exhibition appealed to me - sitting silently in a room with the artist while the sound of silence is recorded. Although I missed the sessions, I've since been thinking about collecting silences also. The silence of neon, silent phonecalls to myself, the silence of closed down funfairs, silence caused by option paralysis.

Comments

[remotepush.livejournal.com]

i've just got myself a ticket for 2pm (nearly typed ticklet there, what a concept!). the woman i spoke to had just been in to see the exhibit and was quite enthusiastic. she seemed confident that you could go in at 2 and linger as long as you wanted, so could stay till after the talk no problem. i guess we shall see.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should write a ticklet script to tickle Alan Moore with your ticket?

[remotepush.livejournal.com]

or tickle sigil?
but then maybe he would get me back with a turning tickler into toad script/sigil?
eek!