Field Study's Man in E11 is a rambunctious worm in a slippery hole remembering an anthropocenic magic carpet ride

Field Study's Man in E11 is trying to liberate himself from a slippery slough of domestic despond; a proverbial and apocryphal hole he has dug for himself. I stood at the edge of the hole, peered into the darkness and listened to his wormish despondence.
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I admonished the field student. 'You dug this hole. You can bloody well dig yourself out of it!' He protested, he pleaded. 'I didn't dig this hole. I fell into it. It's a trap!!' His pathetic protestations slid out of hearing and I decided to look for a more genuine and determined field student from whom to gain insights about recent encounters in the field of Lost and Found in E11, E17 & .........
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I found Cryptoforestry on the magic carpeted edge of Amsterdam. We drifted out into the Anthropocene via Vinland, Ta Prohm, Shanghai, the Amazon, El Salvador - dipping in and out of various zones of anthropogenesis.
Our drift about the rambunctious garden (left to itself) ends (or ended) here with an offering of some images for consideration:




Bow Creek, London. November 2013.





Gloucester Circus, Greenwich, London. November 2013.

Could these sites and situations be evidence of crypto-afforestation or are they just evidence of mere disturbances of urban hegemony?



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