LIVE REPORT: Fortress Festival 2024
The quiet hum of the earth’s dreaming is my new song.
The quiet hum of the earth’s dreaming is my new song.
Soon you will enter your final season.
In the trembling hand of tomorrow.
Unsteady hand wielding a final arrow.
Control, divide, enslave, destroy.
In a forest, with insects eating my body, I would not be afraid of that.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.
The quiet hum of the earth’s dreaming is my new song.
Thatcherite neoliberalism and the slow-burning disaster.