Feb 202016



I have a note I made, in my oh-so-retro way, in a notebook. It says, ‘What is the relationship between meaning, context and purity?’ Hmm. I think we’d be better off ignoring that question and moving on…

I walk in: an embracingly chill air, an exquisite choir. Beyond angels. I soon realise the sweet sound is a recording – God’s Muzak – and their voices abruptly stop being beautiful and I start to fight against the cold.

There’s a tapestry: Madonna and Child. She has a ‘Don’t you even think about judging me’ look – narrowed, disapproving, Bacallish eyes. He has the face and huge, pasty (washed-out)/pasty (like a pie) English head of a 35-year-old computer programmer and a wide-eyed ‘Yeah? So? I’m breastfeeding. So what?’ look.

I leave them to it. Outside, there are four Italian tourists. Three have selfie sticks.


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