On 6 September, I’ll begin an 80-mile walk over three days. I’m using it as a way to talk about Gaza and raise money for Medical Aid for Palestinians, but this is not a straightforward sponsored walk; it is a creative action in which I have overlaid Gaza’s border on a map of London, creating a route I'll then follow.

Since March 2021, I’ve walked 5-6 miles daily for my mental and physical health. In June 2022, I made my first long journey: 54 miles from my home in North London to the house in Oxford where I was born, a meditation on “home,” a secular pilgrimage, and an expression rooted in psychogeography.

Recently, I discovered The True Size Of... a site that exposes how the Mercator Projection distorts maps, exaggerating land masses further from the equator. I dragged Gaza and the West Bank over North London and thought about what it means to live under siege, starved and brutalised in what's been called the world’s largest open-air prison, and now has become the scene of a shameful genocide that our government is complicit in.

I placed Gaza’s southern corner - where it meets Egypt and the Mediterranean - over my home. From there, the border passed through Harlow, the town that shares my name, up to Stansted, a hub for migration, and then back down through Epping, where protests have targeted a hotel housing asylum seekers. It crossed Stratford, Hackney, and the City, reached the Thames at Southwark Bridge, then curved back through places I’ve lived and worked over the last 25 years. That superimposed outline will become my second long walk.