AYFICE

I miss the Holocene.

I long for a time before I existed, when we couldn’t fly over this land and see it all, yet it was cared for.

I long for a time when we were stewards of nature, living in tune with the natural world.

I long for flowers that bloom predictably every season, not a week earlier or later.

I long for a time when we recognised if nature was sick, we were sick.

I long for a time when we were one with her. Her pain was our pain.

I wake up from my dream.

Our gain is her pain.

Welcome to the Anthropocene.