Silverfish

In a dreamlike state, I imagine myself falling through time and space, tumbling down from way up in the stratosphere. Earth rises up fast to meet me as I drop, and the period I’m falling into is revealed as I get closer. The sky is relatively clear with just the odd jet trail, the air is cleaner as the Seventies dawns. There is still smog and lead-laden petrol fumes but there are also more trees to absorb the toxins and more birds and insects in this less populated…