TALES FROM THE TIDELINE
The worn-out, favourite pair of slippers you can’t quite bring yourself to throw away; the dog-eared, well-thumbed copy of a go-to book for those quiet evenings; the armchair with its divots and depressions and its soft, creaking leather that always seems ready to welcome you and able to simply mould itself around your body every time you sit down at the weary end of a long day.
We all love the comfortable and the familiar, gathering and stacking the symbols of foible and habit around us in a reassuringly assorted hotchpotch of objects. There inevitably comes a time, however, when we are, for whatever reason, pushed out of our comfort
