2012: A SPACE OLYSSEY

A taster of things to come...

"He wrote me from the Zone.

Several months had passed since his last letter, and I had presumed him dead, lost or insane. His journey, or 'The Olyssey' as he had called it, had certainly taken its toll.

He showed me the house of God in ruins, and the steel-wrought Angel of the North, looming over the A1, amongst other things. He wrote me, these images could be put at the start of a prophetic film about an end to the world of memory. They hint at a revelation that is far from enticing – a revelation in which nothing is revealed, and instead, everything is forgotten.

He was gathering a catalogue of things worth remembering. Films, images, books, thoughts, places, people, connections, ideas; everything that he could not bear to see damaged by the coming floods. A philosophy of immortality as duplication, he claimed.

But then, you don’t always get what you want from the Zone."