She scanned the middle distance. Her compass turning her towards the islands. A long view dotted with curves and lines. While others reached for the far horizon, or climbed familiar ropes and ladders, she looked for shapes she might interpret. Her eyes came to rest on the wreck. A ship out of water, grounded, frozen in ...
I am the place within nobody’s aim, except today when they wander in, all different yet somehow the same. A quiet space at the end of a dark gloomy lane, a gate half closed, neither inviting nor advertising, nor calling your name. Hidden in time waiting for your world weary frame, for the unveiling, the descaling, the ...
‘I was looking at a screen for fourteen hours a day and I realised I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a star. Our eyes aren’t meant to look at screens, we’re meant to look at the stars.’ This was the start of my drive to host the Street Wisdom event in Glasgow. Like a ...