- Vol. 07
- Chapter 09
The deep-rooted urge to find solace in a higher power*
'Oh my God'.
That's what I said out loud. A bloated hackneyed obvious cliche. I wonder for how long we've said those words? In how many languages? I say it when Arsenal concede a goal and reflexively when I have nothing else to offer.
The photograph made me say it. I recognised her from the Tower. I recognised her style.
They killed Khadija Saye and the others in Grenfell. They killed her and what has happened?