the dissonance of critical collectif-ness

. "what is our field" asks Leena we are looking for it walking around Saana mountain in the mist, it is magical, and strange we hum in the bog, a nearby permafrost site we are taking samples to make sense of the soil through paper flowers winter is coming, up north the equinox requires us to think of the planet and we are identifying north where Elina is from th...