The green is fading from the world and half the leaves have turned a shade of flame. A cold wind blows in from the north carrying the dry scent of ash.
Day by day, all trace of the exotic is blasted away by unending streams of the mediocre. Uniqueness is dulled and blunted by the mindless tradition. And while man wrestles himself into the dirt, storm clouds gather over our heads.
The fathomless arrogance to imagine. The breathless desire to know. The unbreakable need to live.
Deep in the cosmos, all is well. Down here, a lightning bolt is about to run its course.
Paddy Dobson
30th October 2020