Let's go up to the roof.
And this invites reflection, because starting from the point where it became possible to archivize the crime and the site of the crime, it was decided that this type of visual archive was not valid as testimony, no doubt also because of our metaphysical prejudices about interiority: we are not ready or willing to give up the presumed presence of a human being who can always lie or not remember.
From behind the counter of this provincial train station coffee shop, Joanna was barista and unofficial shrink to wildly varied London-bound travellers, writes author Laline Paull. Confessions of a Barista on Platform 1 was published on February 9 by The Firle Press ….
From behind the counter of this provincial train station coffee shop, Joanna was barista and unofficial shrink to wildly varied London-bound travellers,
When I came to the saw-mill at Brække, the sky was overcast, it was already growing dark, only above the level of the north-western horizon there appeared a streak of light, which threw a subdued glimmer on the tranquil surface of the mill-pond.
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