Moving House

  If my house were moving I’d run outside for safety. But what if outside were moving, too ? What if nothing is not moving, but all and everywhere, all the time, is being replaced by something radically new at a speed forever accelerating, already break-neck ? There’s no house left, no world – only removals. And my country, once… continue reading

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