Rock slurries shrouded by mist. Paths cross through Lost known only to its denizens and even they sometimes lose their way. Marmots call out over the rock to locate each other in space. They eat mosses, lichens, roots, and flowers. Spring daisies and wild pansies blossom. In winter, tiny white flowers bloom. In fall, yellow, orange, and red petals protrude from the rocks. The marmots whistle and call. Travelers do not understand their language. Even those who stay among them and listen do not learn their ways. It’s uncomfortable on the rock slurry and there is little to eat — although the marmots are fat enough (they must find hidden fats in the rocks?). Most travelers are on their way to other lands. Some come to Lost from the Rejection Wilderness or Isolated Peak. Even the marmots brown and grey with tiny ears, ears, and tails are difficult to spot among the rock.
What is solarpunk? My fellow Glass and Gardens: Solarpunk Summers authors Commando Jugendstil and Tales from The EV Studio put together this video for the Turin International Book Fair . It features editors and authors from the solarpunk community sharing their thoughts. Together we're imagining optimistic futures based on renewable energy. My soundbite was: "Solarpunk futures are — green spaces with clean water that are pedestrian, collective, feminist, creative communities. And they include non-human animals. " Mary "solarpunk" Shelley cat did a great job (at 6:15) helping from her rather ridiculous cat tree which she absolutely loves. And what better time to wear this solar-colored "Veganism is Feminism" tee from The Herbivore Clothing Company . Seriously. I'm holding a stack of solarpunk books: Glass and Gardens: Solarpunk Summers edited by Sarena Ulibarri which includes my story "Watch Out, Red Crusher!". Wings of R...
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