Diving into the Wreck - After Yeats, Elliot & Rich
Voting, not voting or vote-less, shore to shore,
We cannot see to row for the future
Has no oars; no centre left to uphold
A bridge of placards, to rebuild the world,
Where blood-thin skies march long and ravens call
TAG already seems like it was an actual year ago, not just two weeks past. It was its usual self - hectic, social, invigorating and intense. There was the usual mix of hearditbefore and wowthatsdifferent, with a particularly refreshing twist this year due to the amount...