We’re collateral damage. Necessary, no doubt. Something of the old must be destroyed for the new to appear. Something of the old must be nourishment for the new. It’s only right.
We volunteer! Put our hands into the air! We’re not ready for this brave new world! We’re quite happy to give up our place in the techno-utopia! We know our kind are defunct, our of time. We’re happy to go down. We’re happy for the future army to crunch down on our bones. Happy to be buried in an ecocoffin. To rot back into the soil. To feed the earth …
Work in Progress 