In the moth trap

These are dark times.  Finding a rhythm is the place where things brighten up.  Getting that balance right and turning energy into positive forward motion.  10 more miles, one more game of speed play, one last hill.  Push. On. Free.

And whilst views and loyalties become more polarised and “heavy words are so lightly thrown” I am a Privet Hawk-Moth hissing from my abdomen.



Further Works

Thom Yorke – A Rats Nest