Catherine explores what counts as history - not just televised disasters but inherited silence, shipyard closures, and yesterday's watercolour risk. At the Historical Society, she asks: whose memory gets archived? Personal and collective trauma blur in consulting rooms and harbour light.| Vox Meditantis
At a moonlit crossroads in October 1892, a Victorian merchant reflects upon the circular nature of trade, the weight of historical memory, and the moral dimensions of his itinerant travelling life. Every journey he takes shapes both fortune and character.| Vox Meditantis