The open I wrote after my first visit to Thamesmead – A walk on top of SOS Southern Outfall Sewer:
I went to the Southern Outfal Sewer today.
It is hard to explain the emotion it aroused in me.
Like water in a paper cup,
now it seeps through,
makes me one with what’s around.
All the way from Plumstead to Crossness Sewage Farm.
I walked on top of the sewer… Thought…. And the lack of it.
I have been there every day.
Underneath my feet, there floated my shit.
Here, right next to me is my entropy.
I am a part of that great organic mass that constantly transforms,
shifts shapes, becomes sentient or other.
Death is not a definite thing.
Death is life in motion.
The spirit is shared. …
All humans are a creature.
The creature is one with all that surrounds it.
Under the skin of this landscape run veins of basic ingenious humanity.
Those blades of grass are nourished by my excrement.