The plight of the urban elephant, the soul-rememberer. This giant was felled by development adjacent to the old Bromwell Hotel in Salt River, now home to a ’boutique mall’ and a deli with an atrocious baguette, puffy and pale.
The pachyderm – unnamed – caught the pity of Mr. Blobz almost a year ago, as she lay, felled beyond the weedy grass that had overtaken this site, a squalid compaction of old plastic and oil fronting a rotten corrugation of assorted materials. Now, scaffolding ensnares the fading corpse. When Mr Blobz paid a belated visit the puffy Congolesienne security man wanted to call the avarocious owner – No Photo! – even of a dead elephant.
Mr Blobz senses they know what they’re building on. An elephant graveyard.
My wife Wendy is researching the representation of animals in cities. I will pass this on to her.
Did you chain yourself to the scaffolding to save the elephant?
bread… of this description is known to floor the mammoth …strange how the human species will keep going back for more