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The Changeling myth typically illustrates a child or adolescent wandering off from home, with what returns looking like the same child but in actual fact, is something entirely different.
Acting both as a cautionary tale to warn against playing too far from home and as an allegory for the changes of adolescence, the myth reflects a state of flux in which an imperceptible difference emerges and entitled shifts a situation.
Midnight People takes inspiration from this myth, considering the transformative property of wandering from home, of seeking independence and claiming space as one’s own.

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I got to top of field and when I turned around there it was.

Looking back at me through the morning,I choked on it. The fresh grass,

The pugilist.

I walked back down the field to the stile,

It was wet and heavy with dew.Once I got over there it was again, In the fallow field.

Laid to rest.

Above the daisy and cowslip, Behind the cops.Brighter this time, Pulsating.

I thought it be wise to lay down with the earth,

My legs no longer fit to carry my thinking.Over exposed, This time was different so I stayed longer.

This is what belonging feels like i thought to myself Love is an action,

Words do not suffice.It got closer to me,

As I weeped in the barley.

Eyes orange,Eyelids translucent.

Purpose filled me to the brim,I'm not alone in this place, And never have been.

The path didn't walk itself into a contour.

So far so good

So far so good

So far so good

So far…. So good.

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By Sam Batley

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