Description
In the half a square mile of decay and demolition that was England's Saxon capital, eternity is loitering between the firetrap tower blocks. Embedded in the grubby amber of the district's narrative, among its saints, kings, prostitutes and derelicts; a different kind of human time is happening. Through the labyrinthine streets and pages of Jerusalem tread ghosts that sing of wealth and poverty, of Africa, hymns and our threadbare millennium.