18/03/2026
I wrote a weird little poem when I was on the train in Yorkshire this weekend….
I don’t care
About your data
Or how many numbers you collect
I care about the clouds hanging ragged and low
Misty over the city
Like old grey lace on a vintage skirt hem
And when they’ll release their nourishment to the trees
Waiting patiently below
I don’t care about how many sites you release and how many platforms that cuts across
I care about how many birds are in the sky and insects fly by
When the flowers will bloom and why more people don’t wonder too…
I don’t care about cross-platforming and vectors and groups
Unless we’re talking groups of biodiversity, living organisms and their habitats
The gradients and distinctions of the hills in the rain, and valleys and rivers, rock-faces and stone walls…
You can flicker your eyes at me all you like mate…
Until you talk about something biophilic
And can tell me why the sky is always blue when we reach Yorkshire…
It’s boring.
- an ode to the environment and the man on the other side of the train…