Communal Living
An evening in November. Above you, stars peek out of a darkening sky misted with smoke. Tonight, like most nights now, you sit cross-legged by the fire. Next to you are your loved ones, one of which begins telling the story of the day’s harvest: acorns, wild turkey, and mushrooms, all gathered on the communal land you call home. Across the flames you hear their voice but also the promise beneath it—that this food will be shared among you, ensuring your survival for another lunar cycle, deepening the growing bond between the tribe…
