This month, I’ve been having a competition with my best friend, just for fun, to see who could run the most miles in November. On Friday the 23rd I hit 100 miles. I’m no athlete, fitness enthusiast or healthy person in general. I just wanted to see how far I could push myself. For the next 30 days, me and Rhodri are going to try and run a combined 900+ miles, with help from as many people as we can get, to try and protect wildlife in Wales.

Run For Wildlife Strava Group

I was recently made aware of the Welsh Governments plans to build a new M4 relief road through the heart of the Gwent Levels. It’s pretty bad that this road is going to cost over £1.2b. It’s not great that it is going to destroy 5 sites of Special Scientific Interest or that it will destroy the…

Ominous cloudscapes, mountain roads, music to rip your heart out.

Snow flurries warp past the windshield, motion-blur, a starfield simulation.

I’m triangulating off gross landscape features, echo-locating.

Assigning local meaning, at this manifestation of scale.

And you might make a thing holy. Index everything to a single colour frame –

To that obscurest of sorrows, the moment of tangency:

It’s seconds, minutes, decades away.

I didn’t blink, and I missed it anyway.

If a tree falls in the forest, it’s an arbitrary event.

Life’s hard-forks are just waypoints, too.

Successive phases of madness. It’s a single story.

No what-ifs, no parallels. And for a season, for no reason – a universe occurs.

Grains of its self-awareness circle the local star.

Eleven hundred miles a minute, artefacts everywhere, and I’m still hoping for an everything’s gonna be fine attack.

If it helps, this was never about you.

If it helps, consider the user…