Whilst rejecting me, someone described my work as “niche”. I imagine it was not meant as a compliment. I laughed, then did my puzzled face and felt a bit sad. My writing is me, which surely means I must also be niche. No one had mentioned it before. But it explains a lot.
The photo is a detail from Antony Gormley’s The Planets which circle a seating area outside The British Library. Which is full of niche stuff.