T H E E N D C O M M U N E

There is an uncanny atmosphere, an ambiance of natural Nordic melancholy convolving these woodlands now, a dismal fogginess… a foreboding imminence startling and unsettling… and the landscapes have shifted accordingly, along the lines of these eerie impressions – the terrain is churlish now: hundreds of robust roots, stumpy and sinuous, slithering, like serpents fleeing a scolding earth penetrate the frost-bitten soil and reach like murky antennas towards a bitter sky exploded with a matted, lifeless, sullen coloring…