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Nature Gods

We once believed god made us in his image, but those days of vanity have long past.

Story by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Photos by Muge Karamanci
Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

And now we pray again, and worship, that which sustains life beyond our capacity to do so. Like we did before cities dwarfed mountains, with materials mined from beneath them. Now we cover ourselves in mud again and dance around the fire, but even the fire cannot save us. The poison is too deep, too wide spread. It has infected the very roots from which we grew. All is rotting and decay.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

The tribes do not work together, small nations at war. We hunt for survival. We hunt each other now, leaving a trail of entrails along the way. Some file their teeth and kill with their hands. Others wear the fur of predators and wield lengthy stone-tipped spears. We pray before we sleep, hoping to live another day in the jungle.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Our clubs are strong. We are feared in the day for our size and the size of our clubs. Something about a blunt death strikes terror in the rays of the sun, twitching erratically before life leaves the body in a river with blood.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

We once believed god made us in his image, but those days of vanity have long past. It was always the earth. She gave us life, but in her destruction, we have destroyed ourselves. We once thought humans to reside outside the bounds of nature, but humanity is an illusion that quickly fades…

Because same poison that kills all that lives, courses through our veins.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

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