It is imagined that the destruction of London was in the past. That now a benign power rules the city and that only rational decisions are made. Decisions which only critical critics can make.
But the city isn’t ruled at all.
It is out of control.
The power that shapes everything – regardless of aesthetic requirements of functionalism or formalism – is capital.
Class differences are everywhere. Class power is everywhere. The expression of class power. Is in the bricks, in the stones, in the way that infrastructure is built and used.
Capital ever eats itself. Previous capital is as much an enemy to the capital of now as is the working class.
The working class is here. But unformed. Unorganised.