![]() ![]() ![]() Wearing a knitted jumper the colour of winter clouds, their hands are busy knitting together a much smaller garment. Thick pixels and a musty connection distort the objects that surround Plummer who sits on a teal sofa fit for nap heaven. In this instance, it’s poet and creative writing teacher Rachel Plummer who smiles at me across the miles from their home in Edinburgh. ![]() You’re alone in your room staring at yourself on the screen, checking the time, your appearance, what’s out the window?, the time, your notes, the time… Then zap, there they are, a person has manifested on your screen. Yet I still find myself startled by the suddenness that is the beginning of a Zoom call. After two years of pandemic induced online communications, you would think I’d acclimatised to the online call by now. ![]()
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