Wednesday, 7 October 2015


There's that story of us where we were standing in an open field in the rain and I turned around and you were digging at the earth with a spade I didn't realise you had brought with you. "What are you doing?" I'd asked; "I'm digging," you said -"But what are you digging for?" I asked, the rain in my eyes and my clothes turning to skin, and you said: "I'm looking for the quiet space."


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