things are remembered differently
@annegalloway I like so many of them. I love the one that trees speak only in spring when they wear their bridal gowns of blossom.
I like so many of them. I love the one that trees speak only in spring when they wear their bridal gowns of blossom.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 2, 2017
@annegalloway The language of come the cold, come the frozen blood. The language of slow hearts sleeping the hollows.
The language of come the cold, come the frozen blood. The language of slow hearts sleeping the hollows.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 2, 2017
@Duncan_Gates Hookland leaks. If it can leak into Walthamstow, Crouch End is no stretch.
Hookland leaks. If it can leak into Walthamstow, Crouch End is no stretch.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 2, 2017
@Duncan_Gates Everywhere is deep in ghost soil.
Everywhere is deep in ghost soil.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 2, 2017
Control tower at RAF Nook. In 1955, it picked up signals, tried to guide home a plane reported lost in 1943. https://t.co/s1lCAuzIib
Control tower at RAF Nook. In 1955, it picked up signals, tried to guide home a plane reported lost in 1943. pic.twitter.com/s1lCAuzIib
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 2, 2017
Sometimes the child dead are not happy to be remembered just in stone. They resort to other means to tug on memory. https://t.co/73CIuqNL36
Sometimes the child dead are not happy to be remembered just in stone. They resort to other means to tug on memory. pic.twitter.com/73CIuqNL36
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 2, 2017
@catvincent Good to hear it!
Good to hear it!
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 2, 2017
@gibbondemon The landscape stores the folklore that stitches our story of ourselves and place together,
The landscape stores the folklore that stitches our story of ourselves and place together,
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2017
@gibbondemon To see ourselves divorced from place is a terrible form of madness. – C.L. Nolan
To see ourselves divorced from place is a terrible form of madness. – C.L. Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2017
To see ourselves divorced from place is a terrible form of madness. – #CLNolan #psychogeography https://t.co/rsBwb3fHRT
To see ourselves divorced from place is a terrible form of madness. – #CLNolan #psychogeography pic.twitter.com/rsBwb3fHRT
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2017