A stadium in repose is a bowl of latent noise, suspended emotion: unheard chanting, the ineradicable cheers of phantom crowds. Like that scummy afterglow left in a drained coffee cup. Here, right beside our path, is a Meccano cathedral with the roof sliced off. An emphatic structure under a dome of sky blue enough for a fatal space launch in Florida. And supported on complimentary blue pillars. A finished work-in-progress.
Sinclair/Overground
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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