Hear the anguish of hurt territories. Instead of flow, we find a motionless object, injured and abused as resources are extracted with short-sighted greed.
Oil is removed and spilt, plants eradicated, mangroves neglected.
What is taken can never be restored. It is not a simple story; one acre of land destroyed is not a straightforward mathematics of resources – cultural traditions, ways of life, aeons of ecological history are also decimated.
What once was is only hinted at in brutal scars – the clutter of litter, a map redrawn, landscapes eclipsed. The actions of the indulgent present blot out time and space, bleeds into the past and destroys the future.