An afternoon spent frolicking with the children among statues. I was fascinated by the variety of lichen on display; a blossoming beauty spot on the face of a serene and sad beauty, the flat poisonous yellow stain compared to the bristling fur on the dwarf and his weapon, and the green gloss of crinkly, velvety curls across the bosom of the queen.






I am in a room full of sweetly ticking clocks, all perfectly synchronised, their full variety of chimes dancing and interleaving at the hour of 10 o'clock. I don't feel so alone with the patter of rhythmic clicks as a background accompaniment, although it makes me realise that i miss listening to the beat of another's heart at this late hour.