The Shrine to a man who never existed.
The Old Pathology Building.
St Bartholemews Hospital.
Smithfield. London. .
This square is dotted with historical memorials and yet, there exists one.... the most curious of all.
It is a living shrine, (even after all this time), to a fictional character.
A man who never lived or died, but, died to live again in perpetual resurrection.
It was here, by this telephone box, that marked the place from which the great detective, played by Benedict Cumberbatch, faked his death; swan diving from it's roof of this disused pathology wing in the episode 'The Reichenbach Fall.'
St Bartholemews Hospital was the location Sherlock initially met Dr Watson.
Messages are still scrawled in marker, lipstick and in dust on windows and pavements.
It has become a sacred site...of more than just televisual fandom and it is no less diminished than the destination of any pilgrimage. It has generated it's own contemporary folklore.
London is a city that secretes cryptographic messages and once you see them..they are everywhere and they can be decoded, but only in context of the 'land-under' (and it’s there just beneath the surface)...that primitive, transcendent need mark a spot and remember the dead devotionally..or in this case the living.
It is an area that had come to symbolise 'belief'..those who lived for it, those who died for it; martyrs and mystics and hearts..broken hearts, beef hearts, lost hearts, lonely hearts, bleeding hearts, open hearts,, Bravehearts and I❤Sherlock hearts..
For you see, linear time is non-existent here.
Still they come. But, why?
Sherlock has become an egregore.. an occult concept representing a thoughtform or collective mind; an autonomous psychic entity, composed of the thoughts and desires of people.
Perhaps it is there to remind us.. to believe that beyond tomorrow, there is a future and where that exists, there is hope.