Roxane Olivia
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Hometowns
There’s a name of a town that some people will have only seen etched onto a sign, as they race up the M5. It exists in history in charters and on illustrations of the country and you can find it if you zoom right in on Google Maps. It’s rarely mentioned in the News. Not many people have heard of it. Isn’t that always the way with home-towns? “I’m from a small town, you’ve probably never heard of it.” How many times have you heard this expression or one dressed like it? Too many times to count, possibly? No-one knows this little town, it wasn’t the site of great battles and it wasn’t where Kings and Queens were born. The people from this little town don’t have distinctive accents, with rolling ‘R’s or hesitant ‘H’s. Unlike the cities it doesn’t sink greedy claws into your skin, bursting through it like teeth breaking the flesh of a peach. And it’s not like the countryside, which travelling through seems like less of a holiday and more like an astral projection. The countryside, whereupon looking into the eyes of the grazing cow feels eerily like you could be trapped in the gaze of a great prehistoric deity, a goddess who collects the songs of children and has been long forgotten by the world. No, it’s just a town akin to any other town.
By Roxane Olivia4 years ago in Wander