This is an extract from ‘Nettle Eater’ by Tom Hirons. Published in Dark Mountain Vol 3.
Look at the world beyond your door. Your life is on fire. Run. Dive in, though it surely means death. Taste the streams, the heather and the gorse and the broom. Hold the river stones. Sleep with the waterfall as your pillow. Braid yourself to the horse’s mane. Sing the great lament of your own lost life. In time, scar yourself with fire and stone. Immerse yourself in such immovable darkness that the lightening cracks you in two. You were never more lost than you are now, if you cannot reach out, touch the wild earth and weep.
Run! It is not yet too late, but soon it will be. Run! Do not sit there, wondering. I have told you the truth. Your own folly will become the death of us all.