///bits of into the forest

/There will be no rescue.
/The tragedy of choice.
/I never knew how much we consumed. It seems as if we are all appetite, as if a human being is simply a bundle of needs to drain the world. It’s no wonder there are wars, no wonder the earth and air and water are polluted. It’s no wonder the economy collapsed, if Eva and I use so much merely to stay alive.
/Every now and then he glances at me, and when he looks away and keeps on playing, it feels as though his music is a secret he’s telling me about in a language I don’t really understand.
/…cradle the crescent moon in your hand