The city of the dead. Surely, it would be diverse and grand, speaking to the achievement of those few who conquered death (and capitalism) and kept living. At the same time there should be something ghoulish about it. After all, the realization that there is an afterlife (and a pretty shitty one at that, shaped by our own assholery), would have a tremendous impact on thinkers and artists alike.
Enter post-burial architecture, one of many new styles adopted by Necropolitans:
‘Taking inspiration from the brutalist architecture from BC…’ (BC means beyond the curtain—the world of the living), ‘…the post-burial style celebrates death while squandering life. It iterates upon the burial architecture of pyramids, mausoleums, crypts, and catacombs, turning them into functional spaces. While the style has been criticized for its somber esthetics, others view it as an essential reminder of our current predicament. The afterlife philosopher Michail Fyodorovsky said, “Even though we walk with Death, we mustn’t forget her hospitality. We will repay what we owe at the doorsteps of our homes.’
What we get is spooky brutalism.
The day-cycle of Necropolis helps with the ghoulish aesthetics, too. There isn’t a sun in the world of the dead. Instead, there are two moons: the Reaper, the green moon of malaise and rot; and the Sower, the blue moon of ghosts and chill. They travel across the sky, ushering if not days, then slightly brighter nights.
Next time it’s about darkness and light!