LAST NIGHT, I DREAMT OF DOWNTOWN JOHANNESBURG. The dream stretched out across acres of grey, a mirage of thousands of square concrete paving blocks – crooked, marked with pieces of chewing gum and mottled by tens of thousands of footprints. Frantic blurs of colour enveloped me – trousers, skirts, shoes, shopping bags, all offset against the concrete. The pavers began to chart a meticulously scaled map
8 BUILDING AN ICON
Apr 04, 2024
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