Death is the State: a short film

Move along the narrow, cracked paths. The canal slow flowing stench intoxicates. The street lights offer solace to subterfuge. Walkways reveal the non-human animals colonising subterranean space. Glass fronted apartments see the great and good peer over the city stripped of its function. This cradle of industry. Shards of light pixelate. The noise of underground carparks release sudden and disconcerting blasts. Search through time in-between space, the factories that once housed mechanisms of steel and toxic petro-chemicals. Where men, for they were mostly men, daily inhaled slow consuming death. Now? Regenerated, but what has been generated? Two distant classes move uneasily alongside each other in this ‘classless’ society. The once glorious, now shells of production, the forlorn canal ways separate the towers of media movers and university students from the low rise labyrinth of the dispossessed ‘jobseekers’. Production has ceased but exploitation, social…