In The Toxic Forest

Walking along a rough path, I see children playing in houses that have been condemned, deer running by empty grain silos and birds nesting under a rusty bridge covered with graffiti. Down by the edge of the lake, plastic trash floats in oily water. Nearby, an abandoned truck is half hidden in the bushes. 

All these disturbed places, these struggling children and wildlife are real. They inspire me to create dark fairy tales, both innocent and disquieting. 

I ask, what kind of landscapes will future children inherit?