A thread from the aromatic slopes of a secret hill in Homa Bay. The hill itself was once a lakebed, but now towers above everything for everything.

For ancient animals, including early humans, it's most essential feature was a spring. Brackish, too much fluoride, the sort stains that teeth. The soils are in parts chalky, in others gritty and crumbly.

Despite the fact that much of the soil that made a thin layer above the bedrock has been swept away by rainwater over the last 50 years, the bedrock itself has got cracks and is porous in many places, enough to support plants of all sorts.

This thread is a tribute to them, the slopes where I spent so much of my playtime as a kid.