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Diary of dislocation, day thirty two…

I was lured outside on the last two nights by the promise of the Lyrid meteor shower, a view of Elon Musk's starlink satellite procession and because outside, is, well, outside. I would rather Space X hadn't launched dozens, soon to be hundreds of tiny satellites in to low earth orbit, but then we all... Continue Reading →

Diary of dislocation, day thirty…

When I started this diary, I used the term dislocation because it felt to me that the everyday had become dislocated from the patterns of routine and repetition that had otherwise governed our lives. By the end of a month in 'lockdown' stepping outside the boundaries of the house would now feel something of an... Continue Reading →

Diary of dislocation, day twenty eight…

How to report a weekend where nothing happens, nothing at home at least, nothing photographable. Although I think Gary Winogrand said something to the opposite of that, arguing 'all things are photographable', and of course camera phones and instagram have proven him correct. Hence the selfie to kick things off, my family are tired of... Continue Reading →

Diary of dislocation, day nineteen…

Today we hear of another thousand people losing their lives, Matt Hancock reminds the press conference that these are individuals with family and friends, and then lets us know the Prime Minister is taking short walks in the course of his recovery. This before upbraiding people about their use of PPE, as if it's the... Continue Reading →

Diary of dislocation, day seventeen…

'...In the last twenty four hours we have a further 5492 cases, the spread is not accelerating and that is good news'.Angela McClean, Govt scientific advisor It's difficult to find good news when we have reached another awful milestone, another day when the recorded deaths increased by the highest total so far, 938 more deaths... Continue Reading →

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