222: Interiors

Where prized emotions are conveyed as swift products; I'll journey with them.

First broadcast on Resonance 104.4 FM, 19 Dec 2025.

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The builders reached my house about a week ago, smashing through from the neighbours to my left. It took a couple of days to clear the rubble and fit the conveyor belt, reinforce the arches, vault the ceiling; I imagine with the costs spiralling, or the festive period looming they let me arrange my own sofa facing. “We can feed the wires through the upholstery; there are holes in it already.”

Before they started the belt up, all us neighbours - we rarely saw each other let alone uttered a word - now looked along the clogged artery veining through our homes, the infection of interiors meandering through the mortified gawp of borderless space unbidden; we shared a nod or a shapeless smile.

Objects started to move along the conveyor belt, encumbered by a gently hostile voice, overly eager to gain our approval.

Our reactions to the objects were gathered, generated, just accumulated to no end??: heart rate, blood pressure, perspiration, eye movement, attention duration; arousal, disgust, indifference, all shivved by data, drawing us down to the botched horizon where there are no prizes, where there is nothing but prizes.