In 1987 I was 10. About this time of year there was a very memorable storm, you may recall, not dissimilar to the one on outside tonight (in London, UK). Trees collapsed, cars were smashed, gardens were destroyed, and I felt a fascination with this touch of wildness in our city and indeed beyond. I […]
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Guestblog: ‘When Atlas Dropped the World’ by Lucy Saunders
It was just another day, nothing special, Atlas said. After all these years, I’d got the job sussed – I could do it with my eyes closed, and frequently did. It’s a matter of resting individual muscles, one after another, without losing position – if you look, you won’t see me do it, relaxing and […]
