(aotearoa)
tall disused buildings stand at the foot of our city; their architecture holding against the tests of time and weather; graffiti and wheatpasters. their faces are colourful but their insides i can only imagine to be full of murky carpets and dust motes.
at street level there are shop fronts, pokey-small and glass from sidewalk to ceiling. they have been appropriated for various art installations which bear no names or affiliation. they change at random, a nameless, faceless rotation, transition.
Back in May, the url 'citynoise.org' was hijacked or otherwise dubiously transferred back into the public domain.
I have spent the past couple of months tracking down what happened, arguing with countless registrars and dns companies, and enduring much frustration after...