I visited an old factory the other day. Thanks for reading The Uncuts! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. As I grow more decrepit (and senile!) by the day, I guess my seduction towards things which lay decaying grows stronger. I gravitate towards what is crumbling, lies damaged. But. It could also be the city I stay in. Because Calcutta is the ultimate collapse of a city as an idea (or of an idea as a city!), it is the black hole created for self-perdition by the most intelligent people in the planet, it is the orgasmic death-wish of a populace which just doesn’t seem to understand or care.
Beyond tragic! The Calcutta of the late 60s when I was a college student, was vibrant. The atmosphere was charged, the students driven... to preserve a space that had so much character and possibilities. Today, I do dread the city... which I haven't visited since over four years. It's lost in a morass of indifference.
Beyond tragic! The Calcutta of the late 60s when I was a college student, was vibrant. The atmosphere was charged, the students driven... to preserve a space that had so much character and possibilities. Today, I do dread the city... which I haven't visited since over four years. It's lost in a morass of indifference.
"Everybody in Kolkata believes they can change the world. Even when their own house is burning." Perfectly expressed.
Neatly sketched the frustrations of a decaying city breathing feebly in its lost glory.