As the earth turns, it also speaks of time and futures. Its cosmic hum, synthesises sounds of ruptures, injustices, and the murmurs of those who have been ignored.
Below the surface, the rumblings of what is to be, approaches in barely audible, but an unfailing pace. There is time yet, to pay attention, to distance oneself from the forces of domination, to stop the violence, and to hear those, and that which has been deeply fragmented.
The Old PWD Complex
