All these images, I cannot shelter from, as one might shelter from the rain. They fall and fall, and fall and fall, in perfect, perfect liquid lines. Things go, they burn out brightly, they reach the surface of my mind. The weather, the people, at the edges, bordering what goes on between and behind. […]
When the sun started shining, earlier in the month, I couldn’t decide whether it made lockdown harder or easier to bear. To begin with, the answer seemed obvious: even people who don’t have a garden or a balcony could still get to a park for their daily exercise, and those that had to self-isolate could […]
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