Watching the container lorries and the ships do their work, or surveying the containers themselves, the metal boxes racked up like a materialised version of the bar charts in Gibson’s cyberspace, their names ringing with a certain transnational, blank, Ballardian poetry - Maersk Sealand, Hanjin, K-line - one never has any sense of human presence.
The contrast between the container port, in which humans are invisible connectors between automated systems, and the spectacular clamour of [the] old London docks which the port of Felixstowe effectively replaced tells us a great deal about the shifts of capital and labour in the last forty years.
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