Three Responses To Paul --- 1.

I see the world in the evaporation of dying, spilling out as we brick it in. We are buried in rust. We are building our own rivers and they are carving us open. Our works are earth for a fungal bloom.

Does this reconcile for me the awful wasteland we have built with the living Earth? Is the wind, then, that blows from my heating ducts the same wind which covers me in snow? Is love seen on my computer screen the same love I feel in bed at night? We have built dams in the rivers. The glow of my lamplight lived first millions of years ago and is dying again in a power plant miles away.