Processing the Past: Person in the Midst of Change
At Christmas 2018 life changed. The Archive in which I had a home, and which I had built around me, changed hands. Footloose, homeless, and on the streets after thirty years, I returned home. Boxes and boxes and boxes of real and metaphorical backlogs threw their arms and welcomed me back. "Where have you been?" they asked. "What was it like? What have you learned?" I shaved off my beard and bought a pair of hard-wearing gloves, and set to work.