In which I narrate a daydream of an alternative highlands, drawing on a BBC adaptation of one of Alan Garner’s lesser works from my childhood, the Clearances, rewilding, and strange concrete structures emerging out of the rainforest.
It’s very short, just a series of images really, ending with the image that, for whatever reason, has been stuck in my head for the past couple of months, of vast concrete arches towering above a thickly forested glen.
Controls: escape: quit; space: advance
A searingly powerful short story by Alix E. Harrow about a reaper of souls, grief, the loss of a child.
Emilie Reed writes about work, coming up with the concept of Proof-of-Rest as an antidote to (among other things) the crypto bullshit that’s actively accelerating the ecological disaster we’re facing:
“Proof-of-rest lives in the silent pact between you and your friends when they come up with a scheme to pull you off your job, the slackers, those writing love letters on the clock and throwing sand in the gears of cruel machinery, blocking roads, squatting, refusing, bodies and minds on strike, the ways we rest, create space to rest, and invite others to rest with us, for restoration, for pleasure, for the moments that are so fundamental to the meaning of life that a quantified value cannot be placed on them.”
I switched from substack to buttondown.email for this newsletter, after it turned out substack have been actively funding transphobic, misogynist bigots 😠 Here’s hoping it worked, and you’re all able to read this email?
Anyway, I hope you’re doing okay wherever you are, dreaming of strange parallel worlds built out of the detritus of your childhood and the echoes of whatever books you’ve been reading lately.