Notes from the Island

The Island welcomes everybody. Every day many visit and thousands pass close by, though few notice it. It is a place of brief encounters, of buried secrets, of moments glimpsed in rear-view mirrors. A brief pause on a journey. The Island has no border controls, no prisons, no buying and selling. Is it a utopia? Perhaps it could be, a sanctuary of non-interference amidst the surveillance cameras. The Island, London SE14 - much more than just a traffic island on the A2, New Cross Road.

Monday, May 05, 2008

The Face of New Cross

The supposed face on Mars is well known, but what about the face of the New Cross Island? For just as those rocks on Mars look vaguely human so too does the Island resemble a face in this image taken from a satellite in space. Specifically a woman's face, with the road markings extending from the island forming a kind of headdress of the kind worn by nuns. And is she winking?
In my view this is evidence only of the capacity of the human imagination to project meaning on to a random universe, but other theories are welcome - perhaps she is signalling to the mothership in preparation for the alien landing in the New Cross Road. Or perhaps it is an image of Maleficent, Mistress of All Evil in Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty.



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