legend

a year ago today three taches set off into the wilds of africa. strong and free and ginger. ready to stare adversity in the face and carry on regardless. i’d like to say that they came through unscathed. that they managed to tame the beast. but i would be lying. it was alarming how quickly they reverted to a feral state of existence. it was the pure beauty of the beast. africa. the tach graveyard.

one year on and only the hollow shells of the taches survive. broken shells. cracked polystyrene shells. that just crumble and burn. the taches have been lost to the jungle. existing only in the thick mist of rural african legend.

i hope that one day they’ll understand.

until that day…