Newcastle under lockdown12020 June 10
I'd become very tired of looking at nothing but the same four walls and the occasional peek outside at the dreary, empty, and grey town of
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The journey in was vaguely post-apocalyptic0, as if some unspoken catastrophe had hit the world three months ago — which, of course, it had. Posters for films and advertisements on the side of buses were permanently stuck in late February; unchanged banners were fading and peeling off the walls, the sky was overcast with dreary grey; the streets were deserted, and to add to all that, there were still some Extinction Rebellion flyers stuck to fenceposts on the street, a reminder that the climate crisis hasn't stopped just because we've got other pressing concerns.
Once i'd gotten off in the city centre1, it was alarming to see the town so tranquil. Shops were shuttered, windows covered with polite flyers explaining why; many establishments also adorned themselves with reminders that no cash was kept on-site. One hardware establishment on Grey Street was closed except for deliveries, for which one was to
knock loudly on its imposing doors. An order appeared to be in progress. I didn't dare listen in.
The disrepair was more evident on the Quayside. A fouler than usual odour filled the air; it became apparent that nobody had cleaned up the bird shite under the Tyne Bridge for quite some time. I hurried out to find the glistening Millennium Bridge was also worse for wear: some sort of black gunk, possibly rust, had smothered parts of its magnificent arch and the joints of its oft-tread deck.
Radiohead's A Moon Shaped Pool provided a fitting soundtrack to exploring the desolate metropolis. Those shivering strings and lush soundscapes let me disappear completely into the setting, aimlessly wandering as i saw fit.2
Returning home, i could only hope i'd been lucky enough by Acéstor to avoid the plague; though as a city the town still had a pattering of people, i never felt in any danger of breaking the government's 2 metres' distance.← Back to index
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