We once built wonderous gardens with the dead, where one could walk among the living and talk to the stones. It's interesting how much our views on, and interaction with these places, have changed in the last 150 years. I only know of 2 people who would walk these grave gardens now and do so with the balanced appreciation of death AND life that the Victorians intended. Most would solely consider visiting them a sombre affair, something reserved for anniversaries, or wholly av

I always find our perception of scale falters when we get in to these numbers. Trying to reconcile that number with the fullness of even one life, its like trying to hold 10,000 years in your mind. 800,000 people in a photo look like a macro image of a multi coloured carpet. Whole lives just individual strands of threaded fabric, a person just a pixel or two. Yet social media makes some people think this is an attainable and appropriate level of reach. As though we should all

Yeah that will be one of the more out their titles ill ever write, but don't worry you didn't just lose braincells, it does say what you think, and that does indeed imply that fish covered lampposts will teach us about the loss of public art. Now im sure anyone who's walked down the river Thames in London will already have some notion for what I'm talking about, but for the many who've not had the privilege of that riverside walk, i will explain but first let me give our scen