What happens when they've cut down all the trees? When they've evicerated the hedge rows, sterilised the brambles, sprayed the grassy clover, stamped on the daisies, crushed the insects, starved the green. When the land is humanised. When the natural kingdom...

At the edge of the morning,they shimmer—stripes stitching and unstitching the plain,a restless river of black and white dreams. Each hoof prints a fleeting mapon the dust that forgetsand the wind that remembers. Ears tilt toward the unseen,eyes catch the flick...

they sink into you their snide remarks attacking relentlessly damaging the person you were meant to be at one time they looked like monsters now they aren't even that they moved on into their clicks forgetting the shit things they've said but you never forgot no, it's...