It was the first collective meeting of the year and all the fresh faces were turned upwards at Robin. She always opened meetings. It was a little ritual she and Bobo had decided on at some unmarked moment in the past, that she would speak first, and he would nod and wave daintily at the new and returning members when indicated. He smiled with his lips closed, worrying the back of his front teeth with his tongue.

What we see in the face of climate catastrophe is business as usual – property developers continue to acquire, wealth continues to be accumulated by the few, and patriarchal ideologies remain rampant. An interview with Vincent Silk.