How the Sausage is Made

We're pulling stones out of the woods. These woods used to be farms. Treeless. Before that, they were primordial forests. When the trees were cut and the land cleared, the rocks were in the way. So they dug them up and piled them into walls. They've been sitting here for hundreds of years. Quietly. I feel bad harvesting them, like I’m disrupting an old dog from a long nap.

All stones find their way to the wall through violent means. At least here, we're doing our own dirty work.