Crown of the land, wreaths of solemn green eucalyptus paired with the pin-prickle red and orange of imminent danger. Perfect unsmiling mouth, unspeaking. The vision is your message—conserve yourself. Eyes hooded by dying purple, this poised omen has a simple request: caress the scars of your wounded world, and breathe.
—In response to Christian Thompson’s ‘He of the Empowered Gaze’