Concrete Islandre-imagined as an alchemical diagram
These places of pain and ordeal were now confused with pieces of his body.
…the whole city was now asleep, part of an immense unconscious Europe, while he himself crawled about on a forgotten traffic island like the nightmare of this slumbering continent.
‘I am the island.’ The air shed its light.
Words by JG Ballard from his novel Concrete Island