Noon — A multi-format publishing platform creating new artefacts and connections

Noon is a multi-format publishing platform creating new artefacts and connections

Daisy Hildyard



Space spins around the globe. The clay moulds the fingers and the fingers soil the clay. The soiled fingers are made of carbon and oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium. Skin cells are siloed from the host. The mountain climbs slowly below the mountaineer’s slick hands. The rock cups the clinging fingertips and liquid flows up the cliff. The mountain is a pile of bodies. The mystery inside the stone is a silt of sea creatures. The cliff remembers the Archean Eon. The sea creatures teach the mountaineer to breathe. The oxygen asks the lips to say O. The oxygen canister also contains life. The alveolus cell expels imprisoned air. The rain collects carbon dioxide. The local granite sifts the alien rain. The cycle allocates the precious waste. The kaolin gathers oxygen and hydrogen, aluminium and silicon. The clay globe cools the kiln.



i. Microscope

I was recently introduced to a biologist who told me that she was only ten per cent human. “Most of the cells inside me are microbes: bacteria, fungi, archaea.” She touched her stomach lightly as she spoke. “There are trillions of us in here.”