Sunlight scatters between the towers of glass, landing on the green tower that rises in their midst. In the mornings, we see the mist drifting from its body. Thousands of plants, stacked in a mesh hundreds of metres in the air. Mediating the weather. Sucking out carbon and blowing out oxygen. A balance, between the urban and the natural. A trifling attempt at compromise, a whispered plead, to inarguable forces that have our doom etched in their immovable fates.
Paddy Dobson
20th February 2021