The (an)architecture of protest
I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the trees and tumbling down into the sky -Snelsmore Wood, Justin Sullivan. Back in October whilst reading Jim Hindle’s excellent book Nine Miles I was...
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When the water come rushing, rushing in- The Sisters of Mercy Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up- John Ruskin The recent deluges upon Reading in Berkshire alerted me to the...
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