It’s the quiet. The quiet that survives all the small things. It’s the stone and concrete, the iron and lead glass. It’s the steam and pipe, the waterworks and lawns. They are substance.
These are the opening words to the diary and notes I kept at Emmanuel and Kings Colleges in Cambridge recently where I attended the Equiano Project’s conference on rethi…
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