11/10/2024
And in one night, the season changed.
It felt less transcendent this time. More earthy, more… wet. The new season declaring itself with exuberant humidity.
There under the brollies and the gore tex, barefoot and wellied we were slowly turned to mulch. Autumned together as the light level gently rose with no sign of its source.
Gavin asked us to think about the future. Did we have hope? Did we have agency? Peace to the east, peace to the south, peace to the west and peace to the north.
, Hackney Marshes, 2024.