By dawn, no one could remember who had hunted whom, so they carved the survivors names into altars and named them gods. They buried the dead and called them monsters. It was a crime to remember when there had been no difference…

A shapeshifting tale of bitter oranges, crushed cassis, oakmoss, and dark shadows crushed beneath the rubble of broken cages and fallen cities.

"The old world is dying,  the new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters."

- Antonio Gramsci

Art: The Blue Cat, Pamela Colman Smith, 1907