The idea was to go to Glastonbury this year and write a piece about the abundant and vacant meat consumption at the festival, something like this article that George Monbiot article wrote in 2015 and basically nobody listened to.
What a trip. Glastonbury, mushrooms, a masquerade, recognition, a lack of readiness, a moment lost in time…and an epiphany as earthy and sustaining as a dish of Baby Potato Curry.
What a trip. Glastonbury, mushrooms, a masquerade, recognition, a lack of readiness, a moment lost in time…and an epiphany as earthy and sustaining as a dish of Baby Potato Curry.