Notes Antic Disposition

Concrete Hallucinations

Gotta love Charlie Brooker. His piece regarding Dubai is too spot-on, or as a friend put it - there was only one language that everyone in the Tower of Babel spoke... that of money.

In the cold light of 2009, Dubai resembles a mystical Oz that was somehow accidentally wished into existence during an insane decade-long drugs bender. Those psychedelic structures, pictured in a fever by the mad and privileged, physically constructed by the poor and exploited, now look downright embarrassing, like a Facebook photo of a drunken mistake, as though someone somewhere is going to wake up and groan, "Oh my head . . . what did I do last night? Huh? I bankrolled a $200bn hotel in the shape of a croissant?"