Futility Rabbit has struck again.
like Eavan Boland’s poem The Famine Road, “[holes] forced from nowhere, going nowhere of course…”
Tag: futility rabbit
Futility Rabbit at it again.
Depressed industrial-goth rabbit burrowing into gravel because what is the point. Metres away in the lush grass, his peers are indifferent to this symbolic act of futile rebellion.