Ian Rogers. (PHOTO SUPPLIED)
Commentary
By Ian Rogers
I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the streetlamp across the road, beside the courtyard where my friends once played. For those of you that don’t know -and I think that is most of you, Internet- this place is a sacred space. Like a shrine to the apparition of some saint or the occurrence of a miracle, this spot reminds me of God’s presence in the…
