Listing to Port

We, the undersigned, having experienced the ebb and flow of life, believe that the architectural disciplines have for too long set store in a notion of permanence that is at best optimistic, and at worst harmful. We therefore humbly therefore present six proposals for a more transient architecture.

1. We propose a tower whose structure is partially supported by a colonnade around the perimeter; the columns themselves being discontinuous, with a gap of perhaps a metre and a half between the base and a suitably-cushioned upper portion. As built, the tower is unstable; to continue to exist without developing the most alarming cracks, each pillar must be supported by willing human volunteers, rather like live caryatids. The inhabitants of the building take it in turns to hold their home up; they are as a consequence always aware of their existence depending on the hard work of others.
As a variation, the inhabitants of the building do not provide the support themselves, but rather donate into a pot of money which anyone may win by participating in a kind of complicated tombola. The queue for the tombola winds round and supports the colonnade, holding up the building. Should the queue become short enough that part of the building is unsupported, the residents must donate more money in the hope of increasing demand. Residence in the building is a kind of status symbol, being representative of unlimited wealth.

2. A city that is made of a regular grid structure of open cubes, three metres on a side and ten cubes high, the struts of the grid being composed of some anonymous metal with plenty of attachment points. Residents may rent any given set of cubes for a period of a month only, and bring their own walls and furniture. The existence of continuous roads is a matter of common agreement and their straightness a measure of the amount of social cohesion in the city at any given time.    

3. We consider buildings these days to be maintained by a perpetual input of energy, though that energy is invisible; heating and electricity and somesuch. Therefore we propose to make the implicit explicit in the form of a perpetual motion tower, rather like an inhabited fairground ride. The tower resembles a spinning mushroom. The rate of spin we choose after careful experiments in what can be tolerated by its inhabitants, who are astronauts, athletes and the like who may benefit somehow from the constant centrifugal forces. They live rent-free and suffer the constant admiration of those who live underneath. The centrifugal forces are also necessary to keep the building together. If it were to stop, it would disintegrate. There is a substantial generator facility to guard against power cuts.

4. Observing ancient cities whose new buildings are built with the thousand-year remnants of the old, we propose a more dynamic variant. A city is built on a vast silty plain, criss-crossed with slow rivers. Initially, its honey-coloured stone is quarried from a great cliff at the edge of the plain. Once the city is well-established, a line is drawn at the base of the cliff. Every year, the line is moved ten metres further out from the cliff edge. All buildings that fall behind the line must be demolished. The stone is passed to masons, who may use it for building anew on the other side of the city - unless the city, in its slow march across the plain, has encountered a river, in which case the stone is used for building bridges. The city thus spends its years in constant metamorphosis. How changed it must be when, thousands of years hence, it reaches the sea! And will it be willing then to drown?

5. We conceive of an apartment building in the form of a great wheel or machine. Every few days, we approach the iron gears at the building’s core and give them some number of cranks. The apartments move on well-oiled tracks; here, there and everywhere. And the doors are unmarked! What chaos, then, when the residents come home from work and have to find their home once again. Who has left their door open, which key fits which lock, and whose couch to sleep on or bed to share if the correct apartment cannot be found before nightfall? And who has ended up as the penthouse, and who as the damp basement? Let us not dwell on those who were in the corridors and stairwells when the gears turned. No good will come of that.

6. Having come to terms with death, we choose to view time as a dimension in which we happen to be occupying a given location, rather than a march to an inevitable end. Our dispassionate wish then is that when we happen to occupy the furthest-along point in our time domain it have a good view and the makings of an interesting tale. And we are fortunate in that Nature is generous with spectacle! Thus we court transience in geography. We build only on the most exciting fault lines, the most piquantly tottering volcanic stacks. Nothing infuriates us like a solid foundation. Our apses span chasms, our arcades are founded on quicksand and timid masons gape at our tottering cloisters. Our fondest wish is that future generations find nothing of us in dry bones and pottery shards, nothing in tablets, no anklets, no urns and no stale mercantile notes, nothing, nothing, nothing but a raging torrent of myth and story and spectacle.

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1. Hopkin’s Worm (note: this is a misclassification as Hopkin’s Worm is now thought to be an unusual crustacean). A rare example of a bellybutton-based parasite. The young of this creature resemble short, dark threads and often infest cotton-based clothing. Once it has made its way to the bellybutton, Hopkin’s Worm loses the ability to crawl and becomes entirely reliant on its host, living off the lint it gleans from the host’s clothing. Hopkin’s Worm’s hosts therefore often seem to have unusually clean bellybuttons. Interestingly, Hopkin’s Worm has no excretory facilities, instead becoming significantly larger throughout its lifespan; however, this growth is usually mistaken for middle-aged spread by the host.

2. Annifaners. These barely-visible mites live in the human ear, where they live on, in and protected by earwax. Their presence is almost undetectable by the host; however, annifaner mating is known to make a quiet rustling noise, a little like the sound of the sea far off. Since they primarily mate at night, annifaner hosts are more likely than most humans to dream of the ocean.

3. The Hammerian Hat. There is in fact only one known Hammerian Hat in existence, and it seems likely that it is the last of its kind. The Hammerian Hat in its dormant form resembles a simple cotton skullcap. If worn for any length of time (particularly if slept in) it will attempt to fuse to its host, consuming their hair and in turn growing its own pseudo-hair, as well as a set of roots with which it connects to the host’s circulatory system. The host merely notices that the hat has disappeared and that they are having a very bad hair day. The only known specimen disappeared from a research lab in the early 1920s, so it may be that the Hammerian Hat is now entirely extinct.

4. Gorlocks. These small parasitic shadows do not eat, excrete or reproduce; it is thought, in fact, that the Gorlock population on Earth has remained stable since at least the time of the dinosaurs. Their original origin is not known. They attach themselves to host entities purely to get protection from direct sunlight, which they dislike. As they overlap the host’s original shadow, Gorlocks are almost undetectable unless the host is in bright non-directional light, at which point they will attempt to hide. Gorlocks usually attach to trees but can occasionally be found on humans.

5. The Worcestershire Farter. This creature typically masquerades as someone known to the host, appearing at the door as if for a social visit with a sign requesting food and drink (typically offered with the excuse that the Farter has a very sore throat and cannot speak). Unbeknownst to the host, the Worcestershire Farter is in fact a highly-developed colony of single-celled organisms which is has taken on, chameleon-like, the appearance of a previous host. After it has been fed, the organisms produce prodigious amounts of gas through all available orifices; typically, by this point, the bodily facsimile is deteriorating and it may develop a few new orifices as well. During this phase, the Farter begins to take on the characteristics of the current host. By the time it has ejected itself from the host’s home (usually before the arrival of any ambulances) it has fully adopted the appearance of the host and typically stolen their phone or address book, ready to move on to the next host. The Worcestershire Farter can be deterred on initial presentation by asking it to remove its hat, since its clothes are part of it rather than separate garments.

6. Scumble-oybles. Small parasitic words which, once heard, stick in the back of the brain such that the host is never quite sure if they are a real word with a dictionary definition or merely a random collection of letters. Central to the Scumble-oyble survival strategy is the impression that, were they a real word, they would be such an usual and commonplace word that the host could feel justifiable embarrassment about looking them up.

Beazley Wazzock, Liz-of-the-lantern, Mr. Polite, Licketty Lurb, the Knight of the Purple Rose’s Thorn, Thousand year Alice, Fennelfur the Unclaimable, Teeth Jenkins, the Fellowship of Perpetual Energy, John Cutaneous, Thurnorpaldreddel, Jennifer Flycatcher, the Underfamiliars, McClintock’s Millions, the Snail-shell Haunts, Normal John, Suri No-Sleep, the Sisters of the Lightless Garden, Hedge Bugger.

1. So hot right now! Washemoops - that shade of greyish pink that white things go when washed with black and red things that are not quite colourfast. Pair a washemoops shirt with tracksuit bottoms and bed head for the authentic early 2016 look. 

2. We’re loving pilling on cardigans and sweaters right now.

3. Try rocking black socks with red soles for that ‘just walked on a bleachy floor’ look.

4. For the truly daring, try trousers with split seams at the groin. Guaranteed to make you friends on the underground!

5. Spilled tomato sauce on yourself and it didn’t quite wash out? Congratulations, you’ve stumbled on 2016′s hottest trend: splat chic.

1. The hats of your mortal enemies, turned inside-out and used as flowerpots.

2. A soft woolly hat that itches at the back of the head, to be put on after a night of no sleep, so that your head can feel the same on the inside and the outside. It has a bobble on top that is unsettlingly large.

3. A hat made of thoughts, woven together by master bullshitters, and containing only the finest notions; thoughts thought by Einstein and Newton; the thoughts of Beethoven prior to writing his ninth symphony; Austen’s thoughts as she put pen to paper for the first line of Pride and Prejudice. The hat is invisible. As thoughts cannot be absorbed through the skull, it has no effect whatsoever on the mental capacity of the wearer.

4. The hat that some aunt or uncle or someone threw up in, years ago, and from which the smell can never be quite erased; but you keep it anyway because it was expensive.

5. A shabby top hat, said to be from the Victorian era, which occasionally disgorges a set of silk scarves, a rabbit, an old watch, or a glove. Occasionally, in the dead of night, it has been known to spit out despairing messages written on old playbills; but these days the hat’s owner burns them without reading the contents.

6. Slightly-too-big hats that have never been worn, but that make great cat beds.

7. A hat consisting of a black headband with a number of telescopic stilts attached, on which can be mounted a large, off-colour lens through which the sun casts an unpleasant light. To be worn to the wedding of people one dislikes.

8. Sorry about the eighth hat. I won’t say anything if you don’t.