"Now what was left of the ships of the retreating army would be disappearing over the thin line where the sea met the sky; now the smoke of last night's fires was clearing where the still-alive humans below had buried and burnt their dead. They were mostly the female kind. The female kind did the sorting-out afterwards. They worked their way through the rubble and the debris. Hunched and wingless, they wheeled their broken-yoked handcarts along what was left of the roads. It was nothing new. The crow had seen it all before." - Ali Smith, The Story of Antigone

















