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My research into the story of the Raft of Medusa occurred in the depths of the first national lockdown.
I was struck by the impact of the fighting which took place on the raft during the first couple of nights, during which many of the old and weak were thrown overboard or killed by people who just a day or two earlier had been their crew mates.
Here I am reflecting on the aftermath, when each person left must have been fearful and suspicious of their neighbours. A real sense of individual isolation must have pervaded the raft, alone and adrift in stormy seas.
Yet in a sense each person must have been distraught at the version of themselves which enabled them to have survived the carnage, driven by the basic urge to live at the expense of those around us.