space, power, school, surveillance.
A portrait
I live close to a primary school. When
children are in the school’s playground, the
noise that they make is clearly audible if my
windows are open. On a typical weekday, at
around half past eight in the morning, the
high-pitched voices of a few children can be
heard. Gradually, more voices join the fray,
building steadily into a raucous cacophany, a
swirling mass of laughter, shouts, chirps and
screams reverberating around the playground—a peculiar variation…
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