Reflections on public spaces during lock-down.
Thoughts about my language.
A collection of life moments.
It matters what futures future futures.
Words by Aidan Pollock.
Juliette Marchant reflects on the first class of the week.
"maybe flight forms in sediment of sweaty palms or tiny angry flowers"
"Tell me, how did you make it?"
"Perhaps history is what lives in the bones, what names a body unfamiliar."