A Walk in Yarl’s Wood

A Walk in Yarl’s Wood

On a fine winter’s day, the first fine day after weeks of storms and rain, I went for a walk in the country. I found myself in a typical English rural landscape, driving down hedge-lined lanes that grew progressively narrower. A couple of dead badgers lay whitening on...
Dense Struggle (IV): The Ghostly Real

Dense Struggle (IV): The Ghostly Real

As I mentioned in the last post, one of the most perplexing circumstances that surrounded the appearance of the ghost in the refuge was that it occurred at the precise moment at which the group of IDPs formally entered into the realm of the official. It could have...