I need to sleep but I can't stop thinking of the version of me in star trek style socialism world where every day from dawn to dusk I work doing soil remediation and rewilding and wild grass planting and I can hear the birds and feel the sheer wind. In the winter I take my frozen samples and begin the process of extraction, cataloguing, statistics in the dull warmth of a small and impermanent home. On the weekends I eat normal food with friends and maybe something sweet. I have enough, I read often, the only war in the world is between nesting shearwaters, dunnocks fighting over a mate, snarling yipping foxes. it's complete fantasy but I want to imagine land with no owner, working entirely for the land, a worker for the land, putting all the value and the wealth I create, all the energy I consume into the land- the beginning of a new history.
















