“But this is the problem: how to be alive / in all this gazed-upon and cherished world and do no harm.” From History by John Burnside. I write the phrase out in pen, as a question. How to choose what we want to protect? How much damage is acceptable? This is hard to think about so I look at a book about stones instead. The Dacre bears are said to be fighting but to me they seem to be embracing. I photocopy them and put them in the corners. I am thinking about boundaries, lines and borders, gridded cities walled by nature and ancient monuments. I cut out sections of mountain to join the bears to each other. I leave the edges rough and overlapping. The world is all round but Photoshop gives me a crisp white rectangle to put my picture in. I paint a tower block and chop it into an oval shape. When I invert the colours it seems to smoke.