Along with the fact that the Atlantic burns every day now, this remains what we should mean when we talk about the Real today (and the necessary correlate to that burning). All the more so as those containers find new leaden inertia, chock full of dead weight that teeters on the precipice of unrealized value, and don't whip around the globe as fast as they used to.
[Pics from A's time in Rotterdam, part of his and Jeff's Cartographies of the Absolute project for Zero.]
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