Once upon a time, in a land not far from London, the radical youths had their first full day of camp. The rain was occasional and the sun was warming and the tea was drugged (with love) and the newt was preparing. The people emerged then submerged into the pool, from canvassy awakening to slimy baptism, then settling into the day with porriage and jam.
When bellies were full, the beast of the revoltion dragged itself from the air raid shelter and into the minds of the crew in the form of artistic visions applied on paper. Questions were written and more questions were raised, as is the nature of true questioning.
"Why are we here?" led the discussion through bloodshot eyes, selflessly planted trees, rising seas. Mechanical cities were built and razed in watercolour and cyclial flowcharts began to hum.
Then we cooked, then we sang, the fire was bright and sleep we did.
Today's blog was written by the ever effervescent Freya
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