Hide in a room, painted with gold.
Feed them the ambitions, that you have been told.
What do you mean; the world is a void?
You should be grateful for the money, bed, spoils
If we pause for a moment and take a step away from the decorations, the carved pumpkins, and the excitement, to glance back into the shadows, we find ourselves face to face with the nightmarish eyes of a rapidly-growing monster. A monster which is harrowingly concrete and tactile: our own climate crisis.