Dread creatures stalk the underbrush, glaring back at us with hungry eyes. Voracious insects stick to our sweating skins. On all sides, we are accosted by nature and its wild manifestations.
It’s worth it, to witness this life as it was. To see how they slithered and skulked, fed and frolicked. They are phantoms. Reflections of ages past, when the world was covered in a dense, messy layer of organic life. Now we have just their memories, projected onto our flashing synapses.
Paddy Dobson
17th December 2020