A brass bell, the North-East of England, and me: Fragments for a story of detachment and attachment

How do we make lives in the wake of the detachments that make us? What attachments do we desire amid detachments from place and others that extend beyond our lives? In this collection of fragments I perform a response to these questions via a story of a brass bell and the tangle of attachments and detachments that make my relations to a place, the North-East (England), and a person, my great-Grandad Thomas Anderson, who was born and grew up there. In the telling, the story becomes one of distances from long-gone worlds, the impossibility of attachments we may desire, and intimacies that fold time and space.