On Saturday, a trip back to our old home city of Bristol led us to Fujiko Nakaya’s ethereal Fog Bridge. Already slightly obsessed with fog (as my Instagram feed often testifies), I was completely entranced, and found myself with a favourite section of The Wasteland running eerily through my head…
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
– T.S. Eliot, from The Wasteland