Sometimes, I find it so easy to fall into despair.
The reasons for anguish surround me, pummel me with fists of fire and stone. The stabbing of a young girl in a suburb of London, the ongoing, invisiblised genocide in Darfur, the lack of progress on diversity in publishing... whether in life, death or art, there are genuine reasons for despondence.
But th…
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