Public lament is one of the things we do as Omega Clapton, our new practice community. We do it on Clapton Common, a piece of land opposite St Thomas’ Church. We started on the shortest day of 2024, and we have continued to meet on the twenty-first of every month since, including Midsummer Day. Going out in the evening rush hour and gathering around a brazier with some drums and a shruti box, we open the door a fraction on to the stone sadness in our hearts. It feels like a weird thing to be doing, but also necessary.
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