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Last week my fifteen year old son wrote a short piece of fiction, entitled ‘Thursday’, that reflected on how strangely anonymous the days become when we are cast away, or imprisoned, or quarantined. What kind of identity does Thursday have, it asked, as opposed, say, to Saturday, when the structure of living has been suspended, when we cast off the clothing of the days to […]
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