Accelerator - object writing July 31
admin July 30th, 2008
Humming fluro lights in cancerous concrete underground bunker. Footsteps smash off walls in infinite loops like the particles that are traveling around and around on this infinite loop before they are released to smash into some piece of antiquarian looking measurement device akin to a wind up clock in a glass case. The air is filled with the dusty odour of dry concrete and mouldy patches where water has seeped in from the outside. A patch of concrete is stained darkly from a lack of concern.
The walkway is meshed steel, it rings out with our footfalls as we traverse our way alongside the man sized tube which is the particle accelerator. It has a hum of its own when the circuits are in operation and hair stands on end in freakish static spikes if you’re too near. Back in the clinical cleanliness of the labs machines plot and capture data, white coated assistants and professors hover over LCD screens and computer models in a disinfected air of automation. Data , data, data, 1’s and zeros all making sense. Discoveries being baked up in the oven of imagination, theorems proven or disproven , the football match of the science world, competing yet sharing. Competing for a space in the coveted ‘Science’ magazine. Observing all this with fingers wrapped around the handle of of a China cup , feeling fragile and vulnerable with a steaming soup of black tea waiting for me to ingest.
