“The future is already here — it’s just not very evenly distributed” — William Gibson

We’ve already ended, and now we’re building the language that begins —

Finding ways to hold up our spines while future language swirls about our guts, emerging in fits and spurts through waves of emotional turmoil because that’s the point. This country has not smelled like home for some time.

Gardenpunk is dustbowl dignity and apocalypse persistence. In the space between past and future, it’s 2016, and all work is apocalypse work. Let’s begin.