Russell McGorman
@russell-mcg.bsky.social
wayfinding designer, typeface designer, artist
![The hand of dawn is in the eastern sky and now the shells fall thick and fast. Pandemonium is let loose and in anticipation of the day we enter our dugouts where we anchor in a metre of mud. And now the buzz of the telephone is heard. Faces brutalised by fatigue and misery light up a little while the corporal cries out that we are relieved but as I repeat the commandant’s orders on the wire there is an agony of silence. “Preparez-pour-l’assaut-á-midi-cinq” – and the artillery thunders until we can no longer hear our own voices. Death claims another hostage and yet another. The end of the trench has been blown up. The cook who sat there need[s] no gravedigger’s tools to make him a home. Who shall be the next? Who has a cigarette for after as the [] diminishes hope fan the smouldering embers in the next.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:haa74v4feowinvczksrdivfj/bafkreid3jpvacu6jtpgcp67tbgr3ennac6d7xo4l33xwt4y6blfvne5ff4@jpeg)
Love the3 zig-zagyness. 🥸
October 12, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Love the3 zig-zagyness. 🥸
Hard not to see it as v.
July 12, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Hard not to see it as v.
One nice touch here is the way the rain slashing off the sign cans washed the city grime off the stone.
April 2, 2025 at 1:09 AM
One nice touch here is the way the rain slashing off the sign cans washed the city grime off the stone.