Steve and I have returned to our haunts after almost a year. It has been an interesting experience for me: having become something of an outsider in this previously local place, I have a feeling my perspective is shifting. It's hard to say what exactly it means in terms of my attention. But Wormwood has... Continue Reading →
Fruits of Willesden Junction
On Friday I had the pleasure of meeting up with some of the members of the Willesden Junction Poets' group, brought together by Rose Rouse, for a project supported by Brent 2020 culture fund. It's been a joy drifting along the sprawling pathways of Willesden Junction, experiencing the place through their eyes, as various plants... Continue Reading →
New Normalities in Wormwood
There is something about those sweltering hot days, as the air stands still, enveloping us by a sense of unreality or hyperreality, like moving around one of those pictures in "frozen time effect". Something about the different time scales being out of synch with each other. The whole experience of walking with Steve yesterday felt... Continue Reading →