Do you ever wonder what the ruins of modern society will look like? Will the jagged spires of steel raised above an expanded New York City bay be our Parthenon?

Will the observers be the next generation of humanity, extraterrestrial life, or will the ruins just merely be a state, unobserved, objective.

Like Chernobyl, or Pompeii, will signs of the everyday be branded on buildings? Perfume advertisements, political graffiti, a stroller floating along the Regent’s Canal.

Trees sprouting through the crack infested concrete. Cans of Spam and Heinz Beans scattered along the floors of the once abundant supermarkets, edible for another thousand years.

What will survive, and what will perish?