In the end, will we be grateful for the birdsong, the lie-ins and early nights? The sense that we are not individuals but a society of carers, lovers and quiz champions wrapped up in the glory of another frozen pizza. Deliveroo and dancing, badly, shared with your world of three hundred fans, friends and family.… Continue reading In the end
A non-believer kneels at the altar in silent devotion. Head bent and hands folded, she waits, Patient and resolute. In this hollow space, music flows through the air-- A celestial sound, divine and perfect. One hundred pairs of eyes on you, and mine.