We’ve all weathered blustery seaside in the company of people we no longer talk to because of loss or one of our choices. That’s what the waves hit the sea wall for.
We have to change all this. We have to start changing it now. It’s no use pretending the world can carry on, it’s no use pretending we can carry on this way, and if we try then everything will crash down and nothing will wait for us but barbarism, and nothing will wait for us. […]
The People’s Palace. A Cathedral by Muriel Baker A white wrought iron cathedral a fantasy in glass and metal lace housing giant tropical plants. A palace for the people from the viewing gallery they appear as small as ants. I have remembered dancing in the city’s ballrooms and a tale of ‘The Steamie Pram.’ […]
