Dear Industrial Agriculture,
This is a letter soaked in anger and intimacy, you are so close to me. I see you building cities, universities, and libraries, only to watch the intelligence you generated rendered useless in the fate of your presence.
I having been meaning to write to you for a long time now. I am learning to see how you sneak around the corners of supermarkets and nibble away at the future. You seem to have a very inventive nature, endlessly shape shifting into more and then more slowly degrading realities. You are everywhere omni-present and omni-directional. You are marching in a straight line to the end of the world.
Like an abusive lover, drunk on power, you have forgotten who you really are. We can stay alive together, need not die for the other. Symbiotic and entangled is the nature of things, staying alive is the conversation.
I know you like endless miles of predictability. Yet, I also know you can change. I have seen food forests and other wild tangled intermixed abundances in a few blessed fields. This is real loving, a co-mingling. Of the 57 million miles of the earth’s surface you are 12 million miles and counting. This is 20% of everything we have.
And what is your responsibility here? What is your Declaration of Self?
affectionately yours,
Kelly