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I believe the United States Interstate Highway System — due to its impacts on geology, habitat, and microclimate — is clearly an example of the Anthropocene. Part of the program is a short film competition about the Anthropocene. The piece has been shortlisted and will screen during the anthropoScene event during the festival. In my video Sic Erat Scriptum — as personified by this character of instructor preacher? Melvin McNally — the development of the interstate highway can be traced back to its precursors: So, the next time you are driving across the country playing the license plate game , say a little prayer of thanks to the dinosaurs who made this all possible.
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It is long before dawn on the twentieth morning of Oleg Shein's hunger strike against the city's mayoral election results, which saw him lose to the United Russia candidate amidst what he claims were widespread instances of fraud. In a few days, this unassuming city of five hundred thousand, instantly recognisable to fans of Tennessee Williams or Flannery O'Connor for its sleepy, dilapidated charm, will be the new political centre of Russia, and Shein will be the anti-Putin opposition's most celebrated near-martyr.
The familiar pre-recorded chimes of Russia's train station PA systems rouse us from our pre-dawn catatonia, which has been made worse in this instance by everything we've ever read about our destination in the work of Anna Politkovskaya and others, all of which happens to be dredging itself up here in the waiting room, between the mustachioed men and the big-boned babushkas , and which forms a cloud of uncertainty that our thousand-yard stares fail to penetrate.
The only foreigners amongst a thirty-strong group of tired Dagestanis and Chechens, we find ourselves stumbling across the train tracks in the dark, towards an engine that, in terms of speed and amenity, would have been decommissioned long ago had it serviced any other route in the country. Along with the Tyumen-Baku and Astrakhan-Makhachkala routes, with which it shares a portion of track through Dagestan, this one has been regularly delayed by terrorist attacks along it over the past couple of years.
As we roll out our mattresses along maroon upholstery in the wood-paneled compartment that we have scored for ourselves, and as the train begins its halting journey south, nearly throwing us from our beds as it stops suddenly in the night, miles from any observable station, for minutes and even half-hours at a time, it occurs to me that the train needn't have left at two in the morning in order for it to have arrived at its terminus at a reasonable hour. It could have left at eight or nine o'clock and still have made good time.
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At first I wonder if they have scheduled the train at this hour to dissuade people from taking it. I later learn that they have done so in order to prevent it from hitting the Caucasus until after sunrise and to ensure that it has reached its destination before sunset. Passenger trains no longer pass through here in the dark. Dagestan at dawn is reminiscent of David Davies' Moonrise: Buildings appear unfinished, not for lack of trying, but for lack of bricks. Too-thin horses graze in too-barren holding pens in front of children's murals on concrete depicting much healthier-looking thoroughbreds.
In Kizlyar, near the Dagestani-Chechen border, old women push a beat-up car along the side of the road while a group of men some twenty strong all stand around talking about how to best fell a tree. A bemused-looking fellow with an AK47 looks on as they shout over the top of one another. Crossing from Dagestan into Chechnya, it is impossible not to note that one has done so. Run-down villages give way to the fruits of recent development and construction projects, the occasional semi-automatic weapon to the near-ubiquitous presence of firearms, and a landscape unblighted by the aesthetic preoccupations of the personality cult to one in which every public space serves as its leader's own private photo album.
If the trackside food stalls patronised exclusively by Chechen Interior Ministry forces wasn't enough to indicate that a border has been crossed, Akhmad Kadyrov's face, bulbous and troll-like beneath its traditional papakha and enlarged to emphasise every pore as it stares at me gruffly from the station platform in Gudermes, certainly is. The former president was assassinated in an explosion at Grozny's Dinamo stadium during Victory Day celebrations in and was succeeded in the position three years later by his sole surviving son.
Ramzan Kadyrov's face grins from a similarly oversized poster a little further along the platform.