The Unreliable Nature Writer

Is this the type of confetti made from lots of tiny dead flowers?

Yes. Seems to be. It’s quite popular nowadays I think, as a sustainable alternative—

Pretty morbid to throw dead flowers over our friends.




Meet the Unreliable Nature Writer: a macabre product of late capitalism, climate anxiety and personal loss. Finding herself alone at a wedding, tailed by an unctuous and infatuated fellow guest, she proceeds to have her fun – plunging us into a potpourri of disturbing, darkly funny visions of a near future. Aloof, evasive and sardonic, she will be our guide; her stories will bare truths about how the world we’re changing so violently might affect us in turn…




In suburbia, a woman – a beloved wife and mother – begins a sordid affair with the humanoid robot her husband has brought home.




In a grand mansion, a woman recounts a dream of social stability and home ownership to a bizarre tribunal that will determine her future.




At a campsite, ordinary families swarm to pass their sweltering summer holiday – while just off the coast, the rich and powerful enjoy a very different kind of holiday from static cruise ships.