The light from the fire brought me out of torpor and through my hands the impulse to reverse the chaos welled up.
What can I do in the face of so much destruction?
Get going, make my first move. Like the first spark that ever caused so much fire, my hands alone have the strength to stop the wheel and turn it towards the side of life.
Hunted by Tiny Tim. Pictures by provided by the artist, Provided by the artist, provided by The Walla.