I’m at home in the forest. It’s where I head when I feel the nature deficit in a fast-forward city lifestyle, where I go for top branch birdsong and the sound of leaves touching. I like the sticky scent of tree sap and bark at my back and to marvel at the forest’s longevity, an
English translation: Tuuve Aro & Donna M. Roberts It’s inside the storage locker, diagonally above my head, un-opened, in a brown paper bag. I got it just before we left the mainland. On the street corner I stopped and slapped my forehead: “Potatoes! I forgot to buy potatoes!” Linus and Sam went on blabbering.
Folk horror’s modern roots, especially in cinema can be traced back to a handful of films, Blood on Satan’s Claw, Witchfinder General, and most famously, The Wicker Man. This triptych has had a huge amount of influence over filmmakers for generations, with their twisted echoes found in everything from New England folk-tale movie The VVitch,