What is a book to a tree? At best, nothing, and—at worst?
Was a thank you even offered to the trees before—cut, cleaned, and chipped to pulp—they became the paper and board that made this piece?
I suppose this piece is a stab at belated thanks. A traditional book form felt insulting under the circumstances. Instead, I looked to the form of trees themselves, and to the chasm we create when we fail to nurture our relationships with the wider, natural world.