June 15, 2009
Twenty five years of life and not once a lightning bug. At first I nearly think I'm imagining them, but no – in the blue-grey of the summer night their flashes are distinct, I didn't realise they move so quickly, it takes serious effort and a lot of stumbling in the dark before I catch one and nurse it in my palm. What have we done? Where are the evenings of lightning bug catching, what material object can possibly replace the sensation of walking a meadow in the night, under the stars? Without nature, we are nothing, less then nothing.