Platteklip Gorge up Table Mountain
We woke up to stomachfuls of wrecking balls, wet food, worn debris. One storm after another, scattering against our shingles and gathering gray hair on the ground. The city called it the creature’s rain, they collected it in their cellars and their stairwells, they carved their names into the cement it made.
quote from ‘Seasons of Creature’ by Jonathan Tierney