Tim Modridge

  • Tim Mogridge

Sometimes Eric wondered if he was going mad. Walking to the pasture every day to check on the cattle he knew weren’t there. The last person on Earth to have seen a real animal had died some months back, they announced it on the news. The scorched ground beneath his boots could barely support anything these days, let alone a hungry herd. But he continued the tradition regardless, because doing nothing at all was madness in itself. It was that madness that caused all this. Too little, far too late.

Seed by Tim Modridge. Image by Ernst Haas.