Reflections on my new-ness to veganism and how I felt connected to this movement my whole life, only I never consciously realised it.
A typical "off on a tangent' piece looking at the increase in animal products since world war 2.
Written in an emotional state the morning that my sister was off to a slaughter house to bear witness to pigs. I was sat at home simultaneously never feeling more like death, yet eternally grateful for being alive. It was also the turning point for me to start to write. Like really write. Not just sat that I was going to write.