
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 14 March 2025
Then, instinctively, I reach into my bag. My fingers graze the edge of my sketchbook. It’s such a comforting feeling - that first touch tingles because of the depth of its meaning. Should I?
Then, instinctively, I reach into my bag. My fingers graze the edge of my sketchbook. It’s such a comforting feeling - that first touch tingles because of the depth of its meaning. Should I?
And so, in a café in Howden, through the portal of the final page of my little black sketchbook, I begin to see the world as it truly is.