The river brought driftwood and flotsam
And the icy wind Resonating through the pebbles
Perhaps the sound mirrors worked
Fireweed. ‘Rosebay willow herb is a ruin-loving plant, the weed of decayed modernity. [...] the plant is a marker of disruption and decay, and grows on charred ground after forest fires have destroyed all other vegetation. So attuned is it to such sites that if it does not appear in the wake of a fire it is sometimes sown as to start the process of organic regeneration - it is a plant of hope as much as ruination. At the seminary, it seems to stand sentinel in rows about the buildings, as if gaily awaiting some ritual or celebration by which the complex might be brought back to life.’
‘Sanctuary’, Brian Dillon
Another island. Another place.
A mirage in many forms.