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  • The Barrister and I went to see Babel.
    "see" is putting it loosely.
    This was not sitting on a red, plush velvet chair with over-priced binoculars.
    This was not looking at an lit stage.
    This was different.

    Location; Caledonian Park.
    Yes, a park.
    At night.
    Dotted with oil lanterns.
    Candles burnings.
    Flames.

    Wandering through the trees to an open field where the crowd experienced the play.
    A character was hitched at the top of the tower...an annoucement bellowed that he would fall.
    Everyone was looking up at him.
    I was looking at everyone.
    They were all standing still; necks craned.
    Scarves wound tightly.
    Coats buttoned.
    Late night busses and tubes were background noise.
    But everyone was fixated. Hypnotised.
    magic.

    Yet I was thinking about how I was going to get the mud of my shoes.
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