The worst kind of bullshit

Browsing through the Guardian online earlier, my attention was drawn to this post about the Seafort Project. The project is the brainchild of Stephen Turner, who will be spending six weeks on board one of the rusting WWII sea forts off the Kent coast and, while there, blogging his experiences and transcribing interviews he has recorded on the subject of isolation.
According to Turner, "The Seafort Project is an artistic exploration of isolation, investigating how one's experience of time changes in isolation, and what creative contemplation means in a twenty first century context." According to me, it's a pile of crap. Turner's 'art' consists of keeping a diary and doing a bit of transcription: big fucking deal. Of course, he being one of the greatest minds of our age, we are all agog to hear what he has to say about the Human Condition! Ha! We will learn nothing of interest about the experience of isolation from this ego-driven drivel. This is not art, it is a reality TV series without a commission.
The only way Turner would have anything interesting to say about isolation would be if he were to switch off his computer and, away from the glare of publicity and smug corporate sponsorship (Thank you Mowlem! Thank you Kent County Council!), to actually spend some time totally disconnected from anyone or anything. I suggest he spend a year on the fort and, when, we have all forgotten him, then speak. Until then, admire the pretty pictures, but forget about the words.