the trucks stopped running, the shelves went empty.
a life of dependency. now we have nothing (but each other)
forgotten self-reliance, the hunger took our breath.
our fire went out, long ago. our fire went out.
the hand that fed us is gone: our hands never learned.
dependency will be our death.
the industry is trying to poison us, but it will die with or without us.
our consumption of this agriculture is the exploitation of one another. the goods they seed, they grow, they harvest are so much more than our alimentation.