What if spoken words and literature could help us understand ‘what is’ at a level that western science never could? What if freedom of thought and expression was what we needed to break our mind-frames and build new connections? Happy strolling in our Word Forest!
Ever since I’ve been here, tending to this wreck of a place,
my anger’s become a mountain. I scale it every day.
Good for the muscles, they say. Poison for the mind. (you)
Need to lie down for a while, rest those bones. Amazing you’re still alive…
PEPA: I stopped farming a long time ago. Hurt my back.
And the fish – I leave them alone now.
SARA: You’ve given up?
PEPA: I don’t give up on nature.
Perhaps nature has given up on me. Like with you…