资本为集体的劳动奇迹
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Blank Space 宣布了第六届童话故事比赛的获奖者。来自 65 个国家的参赛作品通过精心打造的短篇小说和艺术作品探索了当前事件和创作过程。获胜者由 20 多位领先的建筑师、设计师和作家组成的评委团选出，其中包括莫谢·萨夫迪、塔蒂阿娜·毕尔堡、于尔根·迈耶、朱莉娅·科内尔、马克·福斯特·盖奇和简·约伦等许多杰出的评委。Blank Space 的联合创始人弗朗西斯卡·朱利安尼表示：
“今年的获奖作品利用叙事的力量探讨移民、污染、气候变化、海平面上升和人类影响的持久性等复杂问题。童话故事比赛一次又一次地吸引了渴望通过具有启示性的思考和艺术作品来探索当今最紧迫、最真实问题的创意人才。”
自 2013 年创立以来，年度童话故事挑战赛吸引了数千名参与者，获胜者已经将他们的故事发展成为成功的 Kickstarter 众筹活动、短片、漫画和展览。
竞赛介绍：<a href="https://blog.easyref.design/architecture-tutorial/2023/3/20/fairy-tales-2019" target="_blank">https://blog.easyref.design/architecture-tutorial/2023/3/20/fairy-tales-2019</a>
项目名称：Capital for the Collective: The Labour Miracle
设计者：Erik bean
“议长先生，非常感谢妳”英国反对党领袖兼工党领袖杰里米·科尔宾开始发言，他戴着脏脏的眼镜，俯视着“我要提出一个提案，可能会让对立党派感到非常不悦，”他不满地在过道的对面看着特蕾莎·梅和保守党。镜头切到了一个皱眉的特蕾莎·梅的画面。然后又回到科尔宾，他引导下议院的注意力转向他身后竖立的五幅图像。“面对气候变化的乐观伦敦和泰晤士河口的愿景。”他停顿了一下，调整了别在他胸前的红玫瑰，然后继续说道。“历史上的城市理想主义实验取得了可疑的成功。政治理想城市如何增强公共空间并增强公众参与？这些图像……”
“哦，请关掉它吧！太无聊了，”米娅抱怨道，她从电视机旁转过身去，戏剧性地翻了个白眼，假装恶心。“我们来看卡通片吧！”她呼吁，结果发现她的父母正在沙发上睡着，轻轻打着鼾。她换了个频道。天哪，政治真的很无聊，她想，不管发生什么，都是一样的。
“我能做什么？”她思考着，“事情一直都是这样，永远都会这样！对吗？”实际上，这种思维方式已经延续了相当长的时间了；海洋现在已经升高了十米，天气变得更加奇怪。她的小伦敦房子被淹没在了泛滥的泰晤士河水中。水渗入门下，冒着气泡钻进门下，床和梳妆台悠闲地漂浮在房间里。她有一双红色的靴子，她会把它们穿上，蹦跳着去上厕所。
有一天，一个奇怪的投票包裹寄给了米娅。她撕开它，发现里面有一个微型投票亭，一个选票，以及一本名为“为集体筹资：工党奇迹，空间公投”的奇怪说明书。多么好奇，米娅想，然后继续阅读。
这个包裹包括以下内容：
(1) 探索政治理想主义与城市形态在气候变化背景下的关系。
(2) 批判意识形态和实用主义之间的界限
(3) 返回公共空间的方法，通过增强利他主义和市民慈善
(4) 社区建设、拆除和参与的说明
米娅检查了选票上的四个选项，保护、提供、参与，或者以上全部。她在“以上全部”选项上涂了一个颤抖的“X”，然后把选票放进盒子里，惋惜地说：“我希望这会让投票变得有趣，否则下午会非常无聊。”
突然，一个刺眼的玫瑰色光芒！在令人头晕目眩的一瞬间，米娅发现自己站在一条木板路上，在半淹没的英式联排房屋之间穿行。在她周围，一片奇特而美妙的景象映入眼帘，这是一个漂浮城市的边缘。鸟儿筑巢在旧烟囱上，鸭子从芦苇中降落，嘎嘎叫个不停。在远处，米娅看到一系列壮丽的红色城堡点缀在地平线上。离得更近的是一座闪闪发光的建筑，墙壁上长满了如肺部呼气时升降的藤条，吹出奇怪的芳香烟雾。
“噢，那是一片壮丽的藤蔓蔬菜！”米娅大叫，走过一块飘扬的红色横幅，上面写着“欢迎来到工党奇迹！”
“这是什么地方？”米娅问一个推着装满蔬菜的手推车的男人。
“妳不知道吗？这是工党奇迹！”那个男人讲道，“从前，有一个政治泥淖，什么事情都没做成。
最后，我们大家一起投票，想象了一个主权城市，利用气候变化将公共空间还给人民！这座城市坐落在海平面上升的伦敦和泰晤士河口。这是一个乐观的建筑愿景，其中夸张的意识形态在公共空间中得到体现。”
“听起来很熟悉，但我很确定我不知道这是什么意思，”一个困惑的米娅回答道。
“嗯，”那人指着远处的水域说，“妳现在站在城市的入口，新国民医疗服务。坐渡轮去一个工党城堡看看吧！”在码头的尽头，米娅找到了渡轮，一个奇怪的船只——一辆红色的双层巴士，但轮子被充气的橙色救生筏所替代。上车后，米娅发现长凳被自行车座位和踏板所取代，乘客们一起推动着渡船前进。
在他们踏着脚蹬时，“草莓乐园永远”在他们周围展开，半透明的充气式分配地爆满的人们从鼓胀的水培种植床上采摘水果和蔬菜。足够的食物可以养活整个伦敦，被收获到高耸的税务和支出大臣那里，他们慢慢地在淹没的街道上漫游。米娅在看到它们之前就能闻到它们甜美的水果香味，它们就像站在那里的巨大果冻布丁一样，工人们爬上脚手架的结构，准备红色的浆果和水果，制作巨大的布丁，散发着美味的粉红色烟雾。
“那些布丁是为人民准备的，”她身边的一位气质出众的女士说，她在长长的礼服和装饰性的鸟帽里稳定地踩踏着，“今天是选举日，妳有选票吗？”米娅摸了摸口袋里的红色票，把它给了那个女士。“太好了，交上妳的选票，就会有一个盛大的派对，还有布丁！”
前方，美丽的红砖工党城堡从水中耸立起来。可以居住的城堡墙由模块化的砖块组成，每块砖块都有一个家的大小。下船后，他们乘电梯到达了廊道门，它横跨在地面上，连接着公共空间。贴在砖墙上的海报揭示了工党奇迹的壮丽和规模。走廊处于一片欢乐的庆典之中。被淹没的伦敦的部分地区被保存为升高的公共空间拱门。学生们涌出帐篷里的国家教育服务建筑，他们在那里学习如何为他们的城市提供支持。在下面，米娅可以看到繁忙的工业、就业和劳动，伦敦的劳动力受到了居住墙的保护，不受不断上升的海水的影响。
在米娅上车时，气球般色彩鲜艳的香槟社会主义者在空中摇摆晃动，巨大的印刷政治宣言卷轴从空中飘落，像旋转的裙子一样在空中嗖嗖作响。闪闪发光的红色选票的五彩缤纷舞动在她周围，把空气填满了狂热的兴奋。
“太棒了！”她兴奋地喊道。人们跳舞、唱歌，米娅被人群带着走到了一个水晶般的投票亭前，它倾斜在廊道的边缘，所以整个城市就在她面前展开，每个城堡都是充满胜利的红色，而水的翡翠绿色则在其前景中。每个人都在用公共利他主义赋予力量。米娅兴奋地想要返回庆典，迅速地填写了她的选票。当她将选票投入投票箱时，又是一道明亮的红宝石色光芒！当她睁开眼睛时，美妙的世界已经消失了，取而代之的是她的卧室。她透过墙壁听到电视的声音。
“议长先生，我们是社会变革的声音，因为更多的人，尤其是年轻人，参与了这次投票。他们参与是因为他们希望看到不同的事情发生，他们希望他们的议会能够实现这种变革。”米娅欣然微笑，她的参与使她有了工党奇迹的力量，这全是因为她的魔法选票。她穿上红色的靴子，溅得到电视前去观看，她的父母在旁边沉睡着。
“Mr. Speaker, thank you very much,” Jeremy Corbyn, the leader of the opposition and the Labour Party of the United Kingdom began, peering over smudged spectacles. “I would like to table a proposal which might be very much to the party opposite’s chagrin,” he gestured disapprovingly across the isle at Teresa May and the Tories. The camera cut to an image of a frowning Teresa May. It swept back to Corbyn and he directed the House of Commons’ attention to five images propped up behind him. “An optimistic vision of London and the Thames Estuary in the face of climate change.” He paused for effect, adjusting the red rose affixed to his lapel before continuing. “Historic experiments in urban idealism have seen dubious success. How can a politically ideal city enhance public space and empower public participation? These images…”
“Ohh shut it off please! It’s so boring,” groaned Mia, turning away from the television, dramatically rolling her eyes and feigning nausea. “Let’s watch cartoons instead!” She appealed only to find her parents asleep on the sofa, snoring contentedly. She switched the channel. Gosh politics really are boring, she thought, no matter what happened it was always the same.
“What could I do?” She pondered “That’s just the way it’s always been, and always will be! Right?” This kind of thinking had in fact carried on for quite some time; the seas were now ten metres higher and the weather much weirder. Her little London house was swamped by the flooded Thames. Water seeped in, bubbling under her door, sending the bed and dresser drifting sleepily about the room. Instead of slippers she had a pair of red boots that she would slip on to patter off to the loo.
One day a strange voting package arrived for Mia. She tore it open and discovered a miniature voting booth, a ballot card, and a strange set of instructions titled “Capital for the Collective: The Labour Miracle, a Spatial Referendum”. How curious, thought Mia, reading on.
This package contains the following:
(1) The exploration of the relationship between political idealism and urban formation within the context of climate change.
(2) A critique the threshold between ideology and pragmatism
(3) Instructions for how to return public space by empowering altruism, and civic philanthropy
(4) Instructions in community construction, demolition, and participation
Mia examined the ballot card’s four options, Protect, Provide, Participate, or all of the above. She scrawled a wobbly ‘X’ for ‘all of the above’ and deposited the card in the box remarking wistfully, “I do hope this makes voting fun, otherwise the afternoon will be terribly dull.”
There was a blinding rose coloured flash! In a dizzying instant Mia found herself on a boardwalk weaving between half flooded English row houses. Around her sprouted a strange and wonderful landscape at the edge of a floating city. Birds nested in old chimneys and ducks alighted from the reeds squawking furiously. In the distance Mia saw a series of grand red citadels punctuating the horizon. Closer still stood a twinkling carnival of a building with trellised walls that rose and fell like lungs exhaling puffs of a strange aromatic smoke.
“Why, it’s a grand trellis of vegetables!” Mia cried, passing under a fluttering red banner that read “Welcome to the Labour Miracle!”
“What is this place?” Mia asked a man trundling past with a vegetable laden wheelbarrow.
“Don’t you know? This is the Labour Miracle!” lectured the man, “Once upon a time there was a great political quagmire where nothing got done.
Finally, we all got together and cast our vote to imagine a sovereign city that harnessed climate change to return public space to the people! The city sits on sea level rise inundated London and the Thames Estuary. An architectural vision of optimism where exaggerated ideology is manifested in public space.”
“That sounds familiar but, I’m quite sure I don’t know what that means,” replied a perplexed Mia.
“Well,” said the man pointing out across the watery expanse, “you’re at the gateway to the city, the New National Health Service. Take the ferry to a Labour Citadel and see for yourself!” At the end of the dock Mia found the ferry, a strange vessel —a red double decker bus, but instead of wheels it was fitted with an inflatable hull made of patched orange life rafts. On board Mia discovered that the benches had been replaced by bicycle seats and pedals, together the passengers propelled the ferry forward.
The Strawberry Fields Forever stretched out around them as they peddled, translucent inflatable allotments bursting with bustling people plucking fruits and vegetables from bulging hydroponic growing beds. Enough food to feed all of London was harvested and brought to the towering Ministers of Tax and Spending which slowly wandered the flooded streets. Mia could smell their sweet fruity aroma before she saw them, standing like giant jelly puddings with workers climbing the scaffolded structures preparing red berries and fruits to make gigantic puddings which let off a delicious pink steam.
“Those puddings are for the people,” a distinguished looking woman next to her said as she pedalled steadily in her long frock and ornate ornithological hat. “It’s election day, do you have a ballot?” Mia felt the red ticket in her pocket and showed it to the woman. “Fantastic, deliver your ballot and there’ll be a great party, with pudding!”
Ahead the beautiful clay brick Labour Citadel towered up from the water. The inhabitable citadel wall was made of modular blocks each the size of a home. Disembarking, they rode an elevator to the Promenade Gate which stretched out across the flooded land connecting public spaces. Posters plastered against the brick revealed the splendour and scale of the Labour Miracle. The promenade was amidst a joyous celebration. Slices of flooded London were preserved as elevated Public Space Arcs. Students spilled out from the tented National Education Service buildings where they learned how to provide for their city. Below, Mia could see the bustling industry, employment, and labour of London protected from the rising sea by the inhabitable walls.
Above Mia inflatable candy coloured Champagne Socialists tottered and bobbed in the air while gigantic spools of printed political manifestos cascaded to the ground, swooshing through the air like twirling skirts. A confetti of glittering red ballots danced around her filling the air with frenetic excitement.
“How fantastic!” She exclaimed excitedly. People danced and sang and Mia was taken up in the crowd to a crystalline voting booth that leaned out over the edge of the promenade so the whole city spread out in front of her, each of the Citadels a triumphant red against the emerald green of the water. Everyone was empowered with public altruism. Mia, excited to return to the festivities quickly, filled out her ballot. As she slipped it into the ballot box there was another bright flash of ruby light! When she opened her eyes, the wonderful world had disappeared only to be replaced by her bedroom. Through the wall she heard the crackle of the television.
“Mr. Speaker we are the voice for change in our society because more people, particularly young people took part in this vote. They took part because they wanted to see things done differently and they wanted their parliament to deliver that change.” Mia smiled knowingly empowered by her participation in the Labour Miracle —it was all because of her magic vote. Slipping on her red boots she splashed over to the television to watch, next to her slumbering parents.