Fall
Inspiration is in short supply these days, like all things another commodity but a precious one. Hunted but elusive, something from the bowels of the earth, secret and inviting, hidden: rare ore, sacred mineral, fabled gem. Something precious for the crafting of other somethings. Something we dig for. Something we get our hands dirty with. Somewhere deep, beneath epochs of pressure and heat, somewhere away from our hungry eyes, the promise of
what
exactly?
Strip-mined Central African bantustans? Shareholders' BBQ on the Green? Better alloys for the creation of new micro-conductors for notebooks? A wedding ring? A quarterly report? An envious glance?
We stand still, awaiting a new world.
what
exactly?
Strip-mined Central African bantustans? Shareholders' BBQ on the Green? Better alloys for the creation of new micro-conductors for notebooks? A wedding ring? A quarterly report? An envious glance?
We stand still, awaiting a new world.