A page torn from a notebook on a language of the animals. For a future when we’ve mostly retired from the earth and they have opposable thumbs.

From Before the Planet Ends Us Our Alphabets Will Burn – my melancholy apocalypse.
A page torn from a notebook on a language of the animals. For a future when we’ve mostly retired from the earth and they have opposable thumbs.

From Before the Planet Ends Us Our Alphabets Will Burn – my melancholy apocalypse.
I write curate teach & blog in & from Toronto, Canada. View all posts by Christopher Patton