Some things are meant to be but never are. How it is the primeval in us that defers to greed. Biodiversity isn’t a choice about being or not being. When the vegetarian substitutes rocket on the stock market. Marx and his hatred of filth and putrefaction – go figure. A survival of the witless. Derivatives. It is this colonial thing – not dark and loving rooks paired up in the top of trees to look down, but when some differing imperious and casual roost is overseeing a scorched earth, literally. Tipping points balanced on the amorphous. ‘Green Eruption’ as the shoots of hope over vilification. And when does the planet get its vote? I wish I were supernaturally strong so I could put right everything that is wrong – no, it’s Garbo, but they are on the same page with one about everybody’s needs.