I'm sitting in the garden, enjoying the warmth of a July day when the tinny chimes if an ice cream van cut through the hawthorn that screens the back of the house and I am transported way back in time. I say it's an ice cream van though I've never seen it and it plies … Continue reading A pair of aluminum pants
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A striped fly lands on the ground in front of my feet, ochre and brown. I bend down on my haunches to have a closer look and a small drop of Turkish delight ice cream rolls down the side of the waffle cone and falls next to it on the grass. The fly disappears as … Continue reading Morwick
Thoughts from a Guerrilla Worker 