I’m back in Leeds after visiting Toronto for family/friends/fun, and Brighton for conference/fun. I posted some photos from my exploits on my Instagram. I initially intended to do what I usually do here: post photos, wax poetic. The whole experience of the last two weeks has been so visceral and moving, however, that it couldn’t possibly be summarised. I’m making some new zines with the intention of teasing out some of the major threads from the trip(s). But still: everything I’m feeling after connecting and reconnecting is so enormous and bright I might just sit in its glow a little longer before trying to shape it into anything at all.

This is what I looked like after stepping off the train in Leeds:



And something approximating about a quarter of what I felt:


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