This week we met at Dalston library and discussed reading from last week ,we then talked as a class about our assigned walks, our daily commutes to university or work from a more detailed angle of the professional observer. It could be argued that EVERYONE is a professional observer but the distinction here is that instead of focusing on, and indeed heading towards and end goal, the focus is primarily, SOLELY on the journey, with maybe no specific end point at all.
We arrived at Hoxton Hall and awaited to meet Lorna McGinty, a small, shy, librarian type lady wearing double layers to protect herself from the gusty coldness which i would soon find existed everywhere within Hoxton hall, who, upon arriving led us on a tour of the neglected and damp-smelling building. The building still looked as if it were stuck in the recent post-war era, as if someone decided that there would be no point in fixing up the place in case it got bombed again in an ensuing conflict.
I thought to myself that this looks like a rather dreary place, a place where once popular theater shows, after their twilight years, come to die, i tried to imagine what it would have looked like when it was active and being utilized
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