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Oh – fun fact, yeah? In Victorian times, prostitutes used lemon slices – down there! *points awkwardly, pulls face* Stops the babies, they reckoned. Stinks, sure, but clever, innit? *sniffs, gags a bit* Bleedin’ hell, imagine the smell! Made me laugh til I cried – then got sad. Poor sods, riskin’ it all. *pretends to trip again* Whoops, nearly fell into me feelings there!

The Future of Ruins: The Baroque Melancholy of Hashima

The paper is a collaboration and draws on the different discourses, practices and sensibilities of a performance theorist, a geographer, and a visual artist.

Then, I decide to grab some food. I find this little spot called “Hashima Café.” It’s tiny but cozy. I order some ramen, and let me tell you, it was bomb! I’m slurping away, and the owner starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Hashima used to be a bustling city.” I’m nodding, trying not to choke on my noodles.

(Yonhap Interview) Korean survivors testify about forced labor on Japan's Hashima Island