Inside ancient cathedrals, I am often mesmerised by confessionals. Those beautiful, half-abandoned brown boxes trampled down by a million sinful knees. I am moved. Moved to the point where I want to confess all my sins, past, present and even future, but inside ancient cathedrals - you do not stand a chance: the priest is nowhere to be seen.
Sunday, 17 June 2018
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Inside ancient cathedrals, I am often mesmerised by confessionals. Those beautiful, half-abandoned brown boxes trampled down by a million sinful knees. I am moved. Moved to the point where I want to confess all my sins, past, present and even future, but inside ancient cathedrals - you do not stand a chance: the priest is nowhere to be seen.
