Contributor: Richard:
The end of the road is worn. The end of the road is wearing through. Our inscriptions and markings are fading away.
What-was is being revealed. A different life. Different lives. Emerging from under our friable, careworn present existences.
I think of our forebears walking the cobbles. I think of the labour that went into digging, shaping, baking, laying the clay. All those years ago.
Revelation.
