Feb 2, 2015

Bulldog Skin - Wet Coast - 2015

After the icebergs melted, the coastal cities flooded, the governments collapsed and the bombs starting falling, I set out for the ancient forests of northern British Columbia. 

I built a small cabin and lived lightly off what little food I could find, drinking rainwater collected in buckets. 

With an old cassette recorder and some instruments I tried to make sense out of my life, the recent past, where we went so wrong as a species...perhaps to provide a first-hand historical account for those to come. Or perhaps because it was just something to do. 

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