• Andy Lock
  • ‘He sits with his father, unspeaking, holding the old man’s hand, father and son both drifting back to their respective childhoods. Fresh silences begin to emerge between them and the son reflects that far from framing absence, these silences are freighted with all that is now unutterable between the two.’

    (excerpt from Andy Lock, Between Our Words I Will Trace Your Presence, 2020)

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