We go to the stores, and the shoppers all look like bandits, their features hidden behind masks, faceless bodies milling around. We go online to meet our work colleagues and all we see are faces. No bodies.
This is life during lockdown, during restriction, during a time of confusion, fear and limited freedom. And these are the letters I wrote during that time.† It is still that time.
We are in the midst of the tenth plague, as described in the book of Exodus.
Something is broken and the only way to mend the broken thing is with the broken thing itself.
The toughest and most persistent of all plants are the weeds.
01 June 2020
The world as we enter post-lockdown is an uneasy place.
04 July 2020
It's now been four months since I did any work...
01 August 2020
Stillness: a word, an idea that seeks a voice in these tumultuous times.
02 September 2020
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