the question isn’t
whether our species will die
— it’s are we dying
young, imagining death won’t
see us if we hide our eyes?
Wish I could remember last night’s dream more clearly. Pervaded (as so often) by the figure of Robert Graves, I seemed to be at the very end of the world. There was no animal life at all except one particular species (not homo sapiens) which had found a way to survive, and which had produced a brood of babies. There did seem to be plenty of vegetation. I had the gift of time travel, so I was whizzing around in time trying to find the optimum conditions where these baby animals could survive.
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