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    Ben Jackson
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    Yes, the darkness comes, but then it goes. The unprompted (?) exhaustion, the rage and the paranoia grip me from time to time. But still, it felt like the right time to come off the meds. It’s June. The sun is out. I’ve been wearing shorts. I go outside with people who love me, and…

  • Tunnels

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    I heard the tunnels knocking after midnight. “The Northern line is the loudest,” I said. I always say that. There were only one or two other people in our carriage; the country was still in lockdown.

  • Hidden in London

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    To Charing Cross, where my friend and I are due to meet for a tour of the Tube station’s disused tunnels with Hidden London. Not wanting to be late, I arrive 45 minutes early and pass the time in the Waterstones at Trafalgar Square. The air outside is cold; I can see my breath. I…