The scaffolding that built me
The gentrified “development” of city wide infrastructure is eating us alive, impeding our ability to form relationships and consuming our personalities in line with the quick to consume, rent-to-never-buy model of stereotypical urban life. I’ve always grown up with scaffolding. It feels almost omnipresent, in a kind of post, post (post?) war way. Can it be that we’re still in a process of rebuilding ourselves since then? If so, are we trying to reconstruct our history, or are we still concealing even the slightest evidence of our wrongdoings? Replacing buildings with stories with big, obsidious blocks of storeys. The very definition of “in the box thinking”. During my childhood my first primary school (divided into two: infants and juniors) was bulldozed to make way for a shiny new building. This, the first “new build” I can remember being acutely aware of, was completely unfit to be a school. Looking back, it was a wonder that no one threw themselves from the mezzani...