Portfolio > Mobius (Prime Meridian)

It is Sunday morning in bloomsbury and perhaps I am just conjuring ghosts or relishing a moment of stillness, but I thought it time to pick up the thread where I had left off in my mysterious post from the summer- the yawning chasm. Trouble is, I have lost or forgotten my original point of departure, but have that same shifting feeling, a similar sense of sea-sickness, one felt when standing still and there is the persistent feeling of expansion and contraction, or the subtle off-kilter feeling in the body when walking over the well-worn gravestones in Westminster Abbey- when one foot lands in a slightly different place than was expected.