When death becomes air: Fruit bats

During late evenings, colonies of fruit bats fly across pale orange skies in my city. With militant grandeur, they soar. With purpose and showmanship. But I see them so often that I don’t look up in admiration anymore. The only time I notice bats is when I see one electrocuted – having made fatal contact... Continue Reading →

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