Cloying smell of rot from an unknown untouchable place. It stinks but it brings a sense of wildness. And I want it here. It’s not safe but it speaks to my senses, what my animal body knows about the nature of things. That all our bodies die and decompose. Remnants of animals and plants congeal and something remains as a reminder of what once was, but transforming into something new. These shells are bones. They hold an essence.