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Quarantine rules, and…. quarantine rules. Isolation regulates interaction, even where isolation is not the rule. During this phase of the...

While I was in Trinidad, earlier in 2020, but after the plague had sprung, a friend from England caught me up with their living situation...

Tat-tat-tat. Tat-tat-tat. With a flick, a yank, or a push, the noises rip it up. Sensurround, Leatherface-style. Nerve-racking, as the...

Being a member of Generation X – or, as I prefer to say, being a child of the 1970s – has shaped my tastes forever. You’ll know the kind...

“A bit like our lives, it’s transient.” – David Sinclair, Australian photographer and tour guide on the Disappearing Tarn 20...

It has been strange watching the Black Lives Matter movement in Britain, my second country; or rather, refusing to consume too much of it...

1. Quarterly Report no. 7: Epiphytes and Vetiver Control 2. August Moon 3. Rehearsals for Departure

There is a soundscape to this lockdown diary. It is a soundscape of sounds that are continuing and sounds that recently ceased. Four days...

I want to talk about two current issues on the level of the policing of speech, censorship and the creation of meaning.

As protests and riots erupt across America–a tinderbox lit by yet another callous killing of a black man, igniting a sea of humanity...

Sunlight through metal louvres bars this room with heat.

Ginger froze for a couple of seconds. I have been feeding the orange cat at the foot of our public housing flat every day for a couple of...

I’ve been thinking about this pandemic. How both unexpected and inevitable it always was. Thinking about Daniel Defoe’s A Journal of the...

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