‘But then I see how the limits of the city have changed. The furthest estates are shrouded in darkness where street lights should keep them aglow. And the houses there are not lit from the inside. There is no orange stream of warmth from each window, or even the blue glow of the devices they watch.
‘They are empty. And there is new growth approaching. The forest presses closer.’
— Aliya Whiteley, ‘Corwick Grows’