Dundee

Story
The Crow.

3rd June 2020

Two voices called to me and in return I called to them from my own black hole. Both crow black with piercing blue eyes, their talons broken on that night when nobody slept. Both just out of reach, forever out of reach.

Only we understood those long hours, why it mattered, why my world stopped, why the dying crow signified a hope that everything might be alright in the end. Imagined or real, those two voices fly again and when sleep doesn’t come those two voices are there and will never be forgotten.

Vision
The hopes and dreams of the future are of a world where barriers and fences are never needed or wanted. A world where our children need not worry or care. The Utopia realised.