Welcome to the next episode of Bar Jerusalem on Mutant Radio.

“… the limbs of the beeches, spreading out and thinning into twigs, were the capillaries, wrinkles and veins and the leaves the skin cells and creases of a giant, crushing palm. I was just a tiny bundle of proteins caught in their trap. My sorrow, my neuroses and fears were minuscule flickers of electricity.”
– Out of the Woods, Luke Turner