
she was cut down by the heedless sun

squamata lovers blister in the sun

enervated by the humidity she sensed

the pleasing dread of petrichor

“If the world is torn to pieces, I want to see what story I can find in fragmentation. I have taken to making collages. I want to see whether a different narrative might arise … When everything feels like it’s coming apart, the art of assemblage feels like a worthy pastime.”
— Terry Tempest Williams / Erosion: Essays of Undoing