Mignon Steele Planet Mignon

Here we are. Backwards or forwards in time to a moment when we slip through the teeth of the world us humans have made, and feel a relaxed sense of place and connection with the nonhuman.

I went to the desert once, and while trying to drink up its glorious vastness found myself crouched over, obsessively curating the perfect collection of pebbles in my palm. What a joke. There I was, alone, in kilometres of wander, focussing in on 0.5 millimetres of it, trying to make a home in my hand. I was so small. It was too big. Sometimes I feel like this